Day 183
And Lo! Day 183 Hath Dawned
Day 183. Tuesday 16th October
Aha! So I've reached day 183 of my Poemathon, in which I have to write a brand new poem every day for a year. And this marks passing the half way mark! I am slightly surprised to still be going after all this time. To celebrate the occasion it seemed fitting to do so with my favourite verse form: a Shakespeare-style sonnet, so I've banged one out before heading off to work. You can find a full list of all the poems thus far excpet the most recent few which I'll get around to publishing shortly, here http://www.stevecookwriter.co.uk/p/poetry-for-peace.html
And Lo! Day 183 Hath Dawned!
And Lo! Day 183 Hath Dawned!
© 2018 Steve Cook
As I've somehow reached day one eighty three,
As I've somehow reached day one eighty three,
A sonnet to celebrate would seem apt
A sonnet to celebrate would seem apt
This gruelling marathon of poetry.
This gruelling marathon of poetry.
Six months to verse's wheel of torture strapped,
Six months to verse's wheel of torture strapped,
Each word from this poet's soul extracted
Each word from this poet's soul extracted
And written in blood on the hungry page;
And written in blood on the hungry page;
In slavery to cruel Muse contracted
In slavery to cruel Muse contracted
Wherein I suffered, wept with pain and aged.
Wherein I suffered, wept with pain and aged.
I agonised over every metre
I agonised over every metre
Lost sleep when wayward couplets would not rhyme
Lost sleep when wayward couplets would not rhyme
And with each poem Hell pulled me closer
And with each poem Hell pulled me closer
And sneered at my poor efforts every time.
And sneered at my poor efforts every time.
Lest you think all this has left me broken
Lest you think all this has left me broken
Please realise that I'm only joking!!
Please realise that I'm only joking!!