Thursday, 19 April 2012

NaPoWriMo: Day 19

Reluctant, shy breezes are screeching everywhere
    Around the shrubs of full green and damp
    The ants look boiled about the ground
And not many miles on this carriage to pull.
Yet the breeze and sun no longer me spare,
     Nor the ants at my feet,
     Or the golden burners that dim on low
Or the length from here to there:
For I have not enough friendliness
     That in these Haciendas I have lacked
Of nothing more than dark hair'd timid joy
     And the hate for violent Margeret escalated
Or repulsive Mernah's emerald robe
     And sinful Mossle De-throwned

Written by Arlana Panduleni Shikongo
Inspired by Keat's Poetical works: Sonnet IX  

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