The Night Of Three Entries

And upon the pier,
that jut from whence I
would chance tonight to die,
there was liquescent fear

And although 'twas mere
that feeling, the lie,
I lurched back awry
from this never known here

In the minute caress of
a withered, blackened dove

The slime would come
oh, that the slime would
enter and plumb
these least understood

Author's Note

French sonnet form for a contest.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A little rocky on meter reads somewhat jerkily when read aloud

[Helen Crutchett]

Lovely French sonnet indeed! I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you for submitting this to Ivor's contest.

Due to lack of entries I have extended this contest in the hopes that more poets will submit. Please spread the word around!

Maybe Dark Angel Storm may wish to enter now! LOL

Excellent entry thanks!


Helena :)

[nono]

This is beautiful! I was going to enter in that contest then I was like what's a sonnet? But I do know I mean we learned about it in school!! Lol! This is beautiful and the imagery was amazing! Got that old fashioned writer poet? haha Nice job!