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ADO #5- Sunday Summer (Spenserian Sonnet)

Sunday Summer

Remember that day with us at the park,

When you bought me ice cream

And I traced our initials on tree bark?

Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed

Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.

But all was not what it would seem;

The clock ticked on like a timed trap.

You sighed as you laid your head on my lap

Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,

Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.

Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.

The hours languidly flowed into time.

That day is gone but you are still mine.

By AEW

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ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

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.

AEW


Italian (Petracchan) Sonnet

Based on a writing prompt for a secret crush.


The Challenge– A Sonnet

The Challenge

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 teashouse

Old Ollerton, Nottinghamshire at the teahouse


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