Saviour Sonnet

The weeping folds of that woven truth

Hang beautifully plain upon a saviour

Scorned and scourged in purple cloth

Devouring breath in luminous colour

 

Crossed in pain on that wooden frame

Crowning thorns adorn his golden halo

Compassion hangs in tear filled shame

While women suffer in fearful sorrow

 

Pierced with steel and proffered vinegar

The driven nails a scourging iron trinity

Denying life with sourest wine writ bitter

Mockery upon a final wooden sanctuary

Cruelty impales our sweetest redemption

Forgiveness is our beautiful resurrection. 

                                               

Author's Note

WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOUR REVIEW :)

Reviews

[Duncan Brown]

Zen was come but..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................vote

[alanwgraham]

Donedonedonedo ned o ned o ned one done done can

[Duncan Brown]

Wrote France...............

[Duncan Brown]

Mother thy love as..................................................................................................................................................................zen

[alanwgraham]

You have a way with words Duncan. This one has less of your usual clever wordplay but I like it.
read moreYou have a way with words Duncan. This one has less of your usual clever wordplay but I like it.
Cheers, alan

[Ashley]

You have used iambic pentameter and made a sonnet (Which I know can be quite difficult) I'm terrible at deciphering sonnets but it sounds very good.