ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)
The fun of one night,
A once-in-a-lifetime love
Came in the form of a bite,
Or other actions thereof.
What of your bruise, my turtledove,
Now we have been lost to time?
It seems a little sick, sort of,
That the memory was so sublime!
That night we broke a paradigm,
Freed ourselves from reality had been.
We escaped the weak pantomime
With something some would say was sin.
The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;
But our joy from the night lives on and on.
Based on a writing prompt for a secret crush.
Little girls in summer white dresses–
Fairies at play in bright light of noon—
Soapy bubbles float to pop on sunglasses,
as I sit in the garden where turtle doves croon.
Too many years wasted cutting back weeds–
Investing my time tilling good soil into poor dirt–
bearing insult as birds pecked new seeds–
avoiding wasp sting through my thin shirt.
Peace now though the dog still barks in his kennel;
but he is nothing to think about now.
I am safe amid chrysanthemum and fennel;
He is old and leaving me, anyhow.
Soon, I will be like my fairies that play
with no other thought than to blow my bubbles far away.
By A.E. Wallace
Old Ollerton, Nottinghamshire at the teahouse