Internal Working

This curtal sonnet won the annual sonnet competition held by my English Literature professor, Dr. Peter Anderson. The competition brief was simply that it had to be a sonnet on the topic the N1.

Up one of this land's black veins we go;

  seeking solace in silences spoken around

    but never through. We listen to Earth exhale.

Incandescent eyes stare as if they know,

  they see the words we gift as more than sound -

    we savour still spells of sensation. Our grail.

Everything around me is matte;

  inside our cocoon and out,

all but caresses which then begat 

  the burning of blood, the will to shout:

        It's electric.

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

I was just clicking through and came across this gem. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing your talent.

[Ameera Conrad]

Thanks so much :)