The Field — A Sonnet

Through yonder window look I to the field
And all the lovely grass it there doth yield,
And realize, too, the bounty of my life:
More of joyful mirth; less of toil and strife.
And to the Scribe do I attribute this
As on my nose each day she plants a kiss,
And lavishes on me such carrots sweet —
And apples too are such a tempting treat.

My life the verdant field doth reflect
Full flush with love in one or more aspect.
For with each day such blessings ‘pon me pour
There is no doubt the beauty of life’s store.
And glad am I for each day fate has sealed
As I look through the window to the field.

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Shakespeare in the field -- Photo: Dorothy McDonall

I’ve been on a brief writing hiatus. Sometimes the muse (and Scribe, go figure) just needs a break. One cannot rush, nor force, creativity.

While enjoying this break from the rigors of creative industry the Scribe became re-acquainted with the sonnets of my namesake. And thus, while meandering the verdant field in search of tender grassy morsels, I began to muse in 14-line formal rhyme schemes with 10 syllables per line.

Herewith my first attempt at sonnet writing. Read and enjoy and perhaps, when the mood strikes, I shall dream up another.

See you anon in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011. All rights reserved.

One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Barb N.Teddy on July 6, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    ChestnutHorse 2 HorseChestnut
    Field of Dreams Come True

    My window gives my glance a northward view.
    I see a grassy berm and traffic pass.
    As cars drive in some horses walk t’ward grass.
    Some mornings, yes, I exit with them too.
    But Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Sundays, all,
    I have a friend who comes to ride me still.
    She grooms me first, of course, and works until
    I look just fine emerging from my stall.

    We circumnavigate both front and back
    Sometimes we love to gallop round the ‘track’.
    Depending on our mood or time of day
    Sometimes we simply want to romp and play.
    We’re both old now yet hope to stay a while.
    We love to love, and love to laugh and smile.

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