The games of fairies playing mortal men's romance,
will weave a spell entrancing rise of curtain's call.
To silly ass, we know ourselves in dreams of dance,
as lovers that sordid chance will on us befall.
Beware the magic, love and wiles of potent charms
for who can truly know by action's chosen fate
the fateful one we choose to meet in embraced arms.
So please in written word give what I can relate.
As answer, heart's gentle pull takes us to our need
and allows mortals seeking truest love to find
what in fallen lives, should be fully guaranteed.
That love and being loved is the right of our kind.
Don't ignore arrowed motto brought forth by Cupid,
and in full ignorance live as many, stupid.
Author notes
An English sonnet done in iambic hexameter.
A contest entry
- Project Literacy: Shakespeare by aeolia.
500 points, ended March 18, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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were you trying to write an english sonnet? usually those are in iambic pentameter (ten syllables per line); you often have twelve and the metre isn't quite iambic in some places (at least to my ears), so you may want to look over this again to smooth it out. you could always turn to shakespeare for reference. nonetheless, i liked what you wrote, especially the "beware the magic" stanza.
thanks for entering my contest and i'm terribly sorry about the wait in judging! i hope you liked the play, too! your poem definitely reflects what the play's all about.
-endymion -
you've read r&j, macbeth, and hamlet, right? i hope this is the same person who sent me a message!
anyway, what about a midsummer night's dream?
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