Sonnet: Flight

 

I walked the woods, where Spring at last bestirred
Herself with bright abandon. All around
Bluebells and windflowers gleamed, and every bird
Rejoiced in lusty song. Then came the sound
Of angry scolding overhead: a coarse
And ragged band of brigands in full cry
As one by one, they swooped and swirled to force
The noble, broad-winged buzzard from their sky.
And thus when I, too, seek release in flight
Or silent solitude, the world’s dark woes
Rise up in loud pursuit, grant no respite
And crowd in, mobbing me like churlish crows.
How many years and miles before I find
A place to rest to my weary heart and mind?

 

 

Shakespeare’s 400th anniversary last Saturday has led to this sudden outbreak of sonnets; old and familiar ground, I know, but it’s still my favourite form to work with, and just feels right at this time of year. That said, spring is showing recidivist tendencies this week, with a bitter northerly pegging temperatures in single digits (C) and leaving the flowers  wondering if they’ve accidentally skipped a few pages in their diaries. N.

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2 thoughts on “Sonnet: Flight

  1. Old, familiar form? Yes. Master? Yes. Few contemporary poets can say they have mastered the sonnet form as you have Nick. Did you see Bennison Books crowdsourcing project? I submitted work and I’m pretty sure other friends of yours did too. I’d love it if we all made it into the anthology together. The address is, https://bennisonbooks.com. Have you ever tried the French sonnet? It’s really interesting. What makes this sonnet compelling is the imagery of
    Bluebells and windflowers gleamed, and every bird
    Rejoiced in lusty song. Then came the sound
    Of angry scolding overhead: a coarse
    And ragged band of brigands in full cry
    As one by one, they swooped and swirled to force
    The noble, broad-winged buzzard from their sky.
    Ah, those crows! Oh, how can the world be so rude as to interrupt our pastoral longings? I enjoyed this immensely.

    • I’m pleased you liked it, Tom, and if anyone deserves to be anthologised, it’s you. I wish I had the courage to submit my work to a publisher, but that’s an Everest I’m not yet ready to climb – and maybe never will be! N.

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