Love Rings Fire

Shakespearean Sonnet

For all their lives, love's image wore a ring...
gold strength, his was, proud as a lion's mane.
Hers, gem-encrusted memories that sing;
through life together, ne'er amour will wane.

Their youthful love exchanged in trusting time;
vows made ~ warm comfort kept with family.
Reflecting care in mirrored years sublime...
adoring hands thus joined, dear rings decree.

"Our energy creating all of love...
indelible, they're forged, naught e'er destroyed,
on fingers mortal, metal made thereof,
forever shine through death's eternal void!"

So, their bequest ~ to be conjoined with death
in ashes melted...flames took true love's breath.

2022

Author's Note

I've been wearing my girlfriend's ring since she died. Barely got it on my finger and I'm sure it would need to be cut off now. I was thinking about my death and wondered...would they cut the ring off before I'm cremated? Or would it melt into my ashes?

Reviews

[lightsong]

This is really amazing dear Bill, You are saying "forever love" in your own original unique way. I am sorry about your loss, still again your sense of humor leave us with a smile on the face. now if You ask me I want the ring to be there on your finger. as for the Sonnet and since You care so much about my opinions hahhaha... I see again a very very well written one! I know Richard is so proud of You and I forgot to speak about the (Bard Card) in my previous review, I know You will get it and soon, your rich imagination, your varied talent about subjects, your humility and determination with your Master Teacher will get You there, just write and enjoy the ride ~

[William Michael Reeves]

Thanks Gounwah, write I do! And so do you. And as long as our songs are true that sense of pride comes through!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Bill, this has so many emotions flooding it! I felt the love, grief and the hurt! The last line, in ashes melted.....flames took true loves breath. Be still my heart!

[William Michael Reeves]

Thanks Kathy. I'll be right over with a defibrillator! I'll have to write one up first of course. The finish of this is pretty powerful. Morbid. The thought of the rings melting together in the crematorium. I can't help but wonder if such a thing has ever happened. If not, it should. Thanks!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure, Bill!

[KAREN]

This is beautiful, Bill. If you have ever experienced true love, you are Luckly. The poem has so much depth and feeling in it. (And you are lucky because you did experience true love.)

[William Michael Reeves]

Thanks Karen. I have been lucky to experience the truth after decades of love. I used to say, "if every man were loved as much as I, the world would be different." If we all write about our loves, then perhaps we can all experience them. I think we do. There's something about the sonnet form that seems to add to the written words. Gives them a poetic kick. Thanks

[KAREN]

You're very welcome!

[Chris Shaw]

An accomplished write. Beautiful work here and much enjoyed. Always good to come across a sonnet. Well done.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

I accomplished something. But I have a ways to go before I soar on my own. I was surprised to find just how hard this form is. A good poet loves a good challenge! Glad you like it.

I thought we were friends already. Thanks for making it official. No longer are we familiar strangers nor unknown friends!

[Chris Shaw]

Yes sonnets are challenging. I've tried them before. Richard is an expert when it comes to this form. I thought we were friends too, but on checking found that the official connection wasn't there :) Now we are official :)

[William Michael Reeves]

Friends indeed! I thought you sounded closer. Like an ocean between us evaporated!

[Chris Shaw]

Ha, I like the image of an ocean evaporated:)

[John the Baptist]

Fourteen solid lines of iambic pentameter. Very nice.

[William Michael Reeves]

Like a good book or movie, I want more! I'll have to go for 28 or 56. Thanks for the solid review. Iambic, and all the meters, are a work out for the brain. Thanks for mentioning it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like the "gem-encrusted memories"
even though I am not a form lover in general...I like how you put this one together, Bill,
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

Thank you Jacob. Glad you saw through the form and into the fire of my subject. My only wish is the form was longer. I almost want to do a sequel. The line you keyed in on , and a few others are begging to expand in the heat of the write. And I know that is probably one of your complaints where forms are concerned, limited to the form. And sometimes I could agree for sure! But the challenge draws me. I'll know I've succeeded when I've written a sonnet so inspiring even you have to write one. Imagine that! Or have you?

[Cherrie Palmer]

The melody of a sonnet sings of love and loss like no other form.
It expresses the of the poet with tears and grace.

[William Michael Reeves]

You make a good point there. The form creates a certain emotion that the other forms do not. I have a mind to test that theory and it's funny you made that point. I was thinking I would take the dullest subject imaginable, a rock, and write a sonnet about it. Now that you've brought that up the theory can be tested. Thanks Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I look forward to reading the new rendering.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Did you write this one out as you composed?
Or just typed it out?