Challenge
Challenge of the Week LXXIV
This week, we tackle a poetic classic, the sonnet. Your sonnet can be Petrarchan, Shakespearean, or if you're particularly brave, you can try your hand at some other avant-garde variation. We recommend you read a few sonnets before attempting your own. We'll be looking for sophistication, originality, and beauty.
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my gullfriend
on fighting a stormy position at sea
a bird called from a stone promontory
my haste and sweat with sail and oar left me
equipped to live and tell you this story
soft looked eyes above ruby red stained full beak
evil magic trapped this girl in feathers
her fragile webbed feat chained to stone where bleak
weather froze her blood and hardened feather
in that tempest my shirt and sail all torn
arms left feint from exertion agony
her call a draw not cawl but a lovers song
and I pulled oar in a sense mutiny
smashed into rocks. splinters. boat no more
bloodied and cold . resolve spent.she one wing
bent to prevent me slipping off the shore
I found in her shelter some words to sing
carry me high and we can sweetly nest
or perhaps a kiss this curse will arrest