(Just to prove that I`m only old and - hopefully - not dead

This is a Valentine`s day revision into `proper` sonnet form)

 

 

At the the Caribbean fellowing

The lady from that far-off place

Swayed to the steel-pan`s mellowing

With such a lively, lovely grace

That I watched her for a longing while,

Hoping she`d favour me a smile

 

Then suddenly, like daybreak beaming,

(Ivory through a forest gleaming)

Laughter - lightening her face -

Spread sunshine through a shady place.

And sent one shaft, like Cupid`s dart,

Clean through the sinews of my heart.

 

So causing the helpless fool to crave

That history flipped...(Now he`s  the slave)