NaPoWriMo24 – sonnet

The wild hare

“Show me your magic” said I to the hare
Crouching before me, wild and strong and free –
She turned and was away before I reached her –
Why should she stay and show herself to me?
The rabbit is a soft, domestic thing,
The crow brings death, the fox, they say’s a liar,
The lark calls up the summer and the spring
But the wild hare runs towards the fire.
We make a story up for every creature
We give them tales we’re not prepared to own.
We turn a moral out of every feature,
Forget that we, and they, are flesh and bone.
They say the hare’s a witch. I think it’s true:
I’ve seen the grey hare leaping to the moon.

NaPWriMo 23 – A Sonnet

Now you are asking me to write a sonnet.

I’m sorry, but you’ve gone too far this time.

I’m not a lady poet in a bonnet

Using green ink to pen my breathless rhyme.

These days, you’ll find we write in blank verse

That doesn’t have a structure or a form,

I know you say that Shakespeare did the converse

But it’s 400 years ago that he was born.

I’d like to write a poem of sudden beauty –

The kind that makes you smile, or sob, or sigh.

Instead, I’ll do this with a sense of duty

And hope my rhyme and metre just scrape by.

I write this poem, NaPoWriMo, for you:

I’m doing it because you asked me to.

NaPoWriMo 4 – The Cruellest Month

March, you’re very fickle, is all I’m saying:
You give us summer for a day or two,
Then pull it back, like you’re a kitten, playing,
And send a hailstorm, just to prove it’s you.
You tempt the fruit trees into budding early;
You’ve tempted me to leave my coat at home –
Then send a night that’s clear, and bright, and starry,
And brings a frost that chills me to the bone.
The birds are looking out for nesting hot-spots
They think it’s spring, and they should settle down:
You send a wind that threatens all the tree-tops,
Rattles the twigs and shakes the branches round.
March, like a toddler tantrumming, you’re cruel:
Mad hares, mad winds, mad me, because of you.

This is my first, slightly wobbly, sonnet. I promised myself I wouldn’t stress too much about what went up for NaPoWriMo, so I’m just going to press “publish” and not worry about it.