I decided to lift my years-long ban on writing “sonnets.”
This sonnet is a 7/7 sonnet (14-syllable lines with no meter, but divided always into 7 and 7). The rhyme scheme (abba cddc effe gg) is easier than last time, but the catch is that a and b, c and d, and e and f have to sound highly similar. Additionally, the rhyme must, if the word is over one syllable, extend one letter beyond that syllable (ie, kettle and mettle rhyme, but not kettle and battle), and if the word is one syllable, the entire syllable must be rhymed. As a result, there are some funky words in here :). I was kind of screwed the moment I typed “keys.” But whatever! Read and enjoy, critique or whatever =P.
Shadow’s Pianist
The shadow of your fingers, cast over the Piano keys,
In the midst of pallid Night – gray walls and gray tapestries,
You deign to touch – no sound made! (terror of Night’s Ministries)
Do not quiver, do not fret; fingers savage as monkeys.
You are wizard of the room; toes itch to press the pedal,
Take a deep breath with eyes closed; imagine spectral petals,
Wavering in resonance, diplomacy like nettles,
Emotions clashing throughout, as reason daren’t meddle.
Before the Song is Silence – the Daughter drowns the Father,
Sound is tragic comedy, elusively moving hither,
Then bang! ring! ripping through air – pull of bow, strum of zither!
Resistance falls to its knees: the air won’t even bother … .
Songstress cloaked in tendrils’ shroud, your tips rain down as dancers,
My heart screams forth with questions – and melodies … for answers … .
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