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Chris Hubbard @ Mont Saint-Michel
This is an experimental poem, written to discover whether I can handle a Petrarchan or Italian Sonnet. The rhyme scheme is trickier than I expected! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy it.
Light: A Sonnet
A beacon light would soothe the thoughtful soul,
and show the over-wrought their handsome fate,
quell fearful dread, stem terror-rivers' spate,
and illuminate, shun cha...
Wednesday 11th January 2017 3:49 pm
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