Post by Absinthe on Apr 21, 2008 22:20:49 GMT -6
I had to write a Shakesperian sonnet for my....gasp.....Shakespeare class. Luckily, it didn't have to be in iambic pentameter (I might have killed myself if it had). However, it did have to follow the tradition Shakesperian rhyme scheme as well as the 14 line classic sonnet standard. Anyway, here's what I came up with - not so much a lovey dovey sonnet, but oh well.
Your faerie tales were Grimm, far darker than the myths
I recounted in wondrous epics of heroes, villains, and dames.
The princesses were naive, you said, for giving in with
Little to no thought on their hero’s dangerous games.
Does dreaming then make me ignorant, too caught in fantastic lies?
What does that mean for your grand imaginings of sweet streets
Musical beats, tapping the pavement against torrent, painted skies?
Are we not both glorious idiots for contemplating such treats?
You tell me we are complex far beyond those damned children's tales,
That we think and discern with trained minds; not easily swayed hearts
You are a philosopher by night, a prophet by day. You claim to never fail
In your predictions, but now you’ve dug a hole and don’t know how to start
To dig yourself out. You are in need of my fanciful whims,
But as I stand watching your internal struggle, my urge to help you dims.
***For those of you who noticed and were wondering, yes, the first line is also the first two lines of Challenge number 4? I think it is. But they are indeed my lines, so I haven't taken anyone elses words.***
Your faerie tales were Grimm, far darker than the myths
I recounted in wondrous epics of heroes, villains, and dames.
The princesses were naive, you said, for giving in with
Little to no thought on their hero’s dangerous games.
Does dreaming then make me ignorant, too caught in fantastic lies?
What does that mean for your grand imaginings of sweet streets
Musical beats, tapping the pavement against torrent, painted skies?
Are we not both glorious idiots for contemplating such treats?
You tell me we are complex far beyond those damned children's tales,
That we think and discern with trained minds; not easily swayed hearts
You are a philosopher by night, a prophet by day. You claim to never fail
In your predictions, but now you’ve dug a hole and don’t know how to start
To dig yourself out. You are in need of my fanciful whims,
But as I stand watching your internal struggle, my urge to help you dims.
***For those of you who noticed and were wondering, yes, the first line is also the first two lines of Challenge number 4? I think it is. But they are indeed my lines, so I haven't taken anyone elses words.***
