4th sonnet

Our star-struck eyes first met as the sun cracked

the dawn sky, and I, long lost to the mist,

fell for the radiance of your smile. You lacked

nothing I ever wanted; you eclipsed


the glorious day, and the darkness fell

as the shadow crossed your pallid brow.

You turned away, and I’m burnt – a spent shell,

and I shed dead skin like leaves from the bough.


But you suffer now the dark countenance

of my love; and what is that but hurt pride:

a regret, the bitter sore remembrance

of better times? You turn but cannot hide.


So look me in the eye: only your tears

can mitigate the pain of all these years.

note: my take on sonnet 34 by WS


2 Responsesso far.

  1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    thanks a lot, John; glad you think so

  2. john keast john keast says:

    lovely from the first line

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