Untitled Sonnet

This is a sonnet I am working on for my British Literature Class. I need/ would love criticism on the piece. Its about literature and myth living on through the people who read it.

     [Unnamed Sonnet], by Anthony Amell

Of all these worlds, in this I reside;

No kings nor knights, Fairies nor Fenrir[1],

Past murmurs and myths; too many have died,

Of all new plays heard, none of them Shakespeare.

A chalk silhouette is all left behind,

Woe! None of these things shall strike mine own eyes[2],

Too distant for touch, yet not hard to find;

All tales that of old, all real as the sky.

Voices do venture, and tales span the floods,

And chalk’s silhouette leave shadows like ghost[3],

No winds can be seen, yet still shake the buds[4],

The flu from winter lives on through defrost.

     Immortal words have given life to me;

     Forever I shall read, and give life to thee[5].

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[1] In Norse Mythology, Fenrir is the son of the God Loki, and the most infamous of the many wolves in the mythology.

[2] Hamlet Act I Scene I: Horatio- “Before my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of mine own eyes.”

[3] Ghost writers

[4] Shakespeare Sonnet 18: “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may”

[5] Shakespeare Sonnet 18: “So long lives this, and this gives life to thee”

Author's Note

This assignment is due 10-29-14. I would sincerely appreciate criticism.

Reviews

[Geo Lawrence]

Immortal words have given life to me...this line is my best. this write up creates a hidden imagery of isolation.

your references may seem obsolete. You could do more(being original) nevertheless, Great write...