Days four and five of the May Sonnet Challenge: give it a try!
Blue Door (Faustian Sonnet–a form devised by Nichrysalis on dA)
Image of a door in white and blue
Pulled ajar by vagabonds. It rains
And I am stuck between the door and you
Lost to all the light I hoped to gain.
Close it for land’s sakes; it brings a draft
Quietly the beggar men remain
Lost to all the light they hoped to gain.
What means this, sir: I hope to ascertain.
I am stuck between the door and you:
You held it like a gentleman: I laughed.
This image of a door in white and blue–
Close it for land’s sakes; it brings a draft.
What means this, sir? I hope to ascertain
How I lost all the light I hoped to gain.
Howling of the Wolves (Caudate sonnet)
Go up, Parnassuss, up and flee the flood
Which will destroy the light and love of art.
Forget that which was lost and gird your heart
To start anew in sweat and tears and blood.
There was a slow stagnation where you stood
And time has come to toil and to restart
The pulse which slowed and pulled your muse apart.
Come wander on the mountain, through the wood
And hear the muses whisper life to you
Where once your mind was dead to word and song.
Now see Apollo stirred to hear your voice
And see him bring the morning forth anew
And linger on the mountain and prolong
The day just for your bliss. Poet, rejoice.
The floods gave you no choice
And drove you to the howling in the night
Of wolves and gentle muses, to delight.
Take up your pen and write;
Parnassus called you home out of your fear.
Give words to thoughts before they disappear.