Solace
A sonnet for bleak dusks; submitted to the 'Sonnet of Shadows' Challenge
By Ian ReadPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
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What mirth must I find -or estranged delight-
Beneath somber moon o'er sylvan bower
Whose silver grace finds me with loving light
When all I seek is but the gloaming hour?
For with my back turned fast from fading Sun
My heart newly braced against blackened sky
I find my forlorn gaze now freshly won
By that which no shadow may deign defy.
This mirth I must find -or estranged delight-
For that which lights my ever mournful night.
Comments (3)
Oh wow, you've crafted this so beautifully! Loved your poem!
This is really well done!
Wow, Ian, your sonnet is quite lovely. Good luck to you in the challenge!