Sailor, Soldier, Spy

I sometimes ask myself- "What the Hell?" A Spenserian sonnet I did for a class.

‘A bonny lass back home’ the sailor sings,

And feels the wind of nature’s vast fury.

Dream soft, my boy- the winds tear hard to bring

Souls to save, to give lasses their worry.

Banners wave, and soldiers called to hurry,

Onward! They march, their fates forever sealed.

Run home brave boys, and flee from death’s jury;

The black banners- devils on broken fields.

The spy who runs with darkness as his shield;

The soft secrets of men to lose, his gain.

The rising sun, and his colors revealed,

And words of damn’d inch forth like crimson stain.

Sailors sing, soldiers fall, and spies will pry;

What difference then, when in the end they die?

Reviews

[Leigh]

Great I enjoyed this

[Riley Mistwood]

very nicely done

[kimmy]

This was very well written..I felt like I was back in time :) lol..An amazing poem here.

[True Henry]

Thanks. I'm glad a night's worth of cramming, fueled by earl grey and a desire for an 'A+', turned out to be something people enjoy ;-)

[Kaylor Mason]

I read the part about the Spenserian sonnet and thought you meant the immortal private detective, Spenser, by Robert B. Parker. My mistake

[True Henry]

It's quite alright. It's a very interesting style to write- a very unusual rhyme scheme when compared to other sonnet styles, particularly English or Italian.

[Natasha]

this poem transported me to a different realm--great writing and structure

[True Henry]

I'm glad you were carried away- I just hope you found yourself again ;-)

[Natasha]

haha- i think i may have, not sure yet :D

[Baby Ricochet]

This inspired me to write something new. Thanks!!!

[True Henry]

I glad it had that effect on you. Shouldn't all writing, to that extent, motivate the reader?

[WingsToFly]

Beautifully written!

[True Henry]

Thank you