Sonnet in Spring Green

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Green springs eternal.
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The vibrant Green springs new from Winter's frost,
the fields of Green sprout grain in silos stored.
But Green is also envy's jealous cost;
and Green is gangrene's corrupt rotten core.

In Spring, Queen Jasmine's scent rode ev'ning breeze,
and stories, rhymes and laughter filled the land.
Jealous wizardry sought to possess these,
with poisoned goblets held in ev'ry hand.

Moderation's blight cast her to wander,
disguise and trickery kept her alive,
waiting patiently at river yonder,
until dead enemies came floating by.

Once banished to a hell and her name burned,
the Green Shapeshifter Queen has now returned.

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Peter_ClevelandPeter_Cleveland8 months ago

The English sonnet is a complex and challenging form--with strict rules for its meter, its rhyme scheme, and the logic of its content. Though here and there the poet strains to make everything work, overall the poem is quite a success. I particularly like the complexity of the poem's attitude towards the change of seasons, and I like the clever central metaphor: Spring is a medieval-ish, crafty warrior-queen, and the change of seasons is a battle--not without violence, treachery, and poisoned chalices--which the queen manages to survive and win. For now. Advice: Don't let down your guard, girl. Let's just say that readers are unlikely to confuse enbiji with Elizabeth Barrett Browning. A solid five stars for this one.

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