Easter Morning // of sonnets and such

I have tried to write a sonnet many times, but this is the first time I have actually completed one.

For those curious, a sonnet is a fourteen line poem, typically (for English) with ten syllables per line and an iambic pentameter (meter consisting of a pattern of unstress, stress, unstress, stress, etc.)

However, there are different types of sonnets that entail different rules for rhyming schemes.

One is the Italian or Petrarchan sonnet which divides its fourteen lines into two sections: one of eight and one of six. The first section must have a ABBAABBA rhyming scheme, but the second section can have any variation of 2-3 rhymes that the poet picks.

The English/Shakespearean sonnet is split into three sections of four lines and then a concluding couplet. This format has a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

The later is the type I have been trying to handle. I have so many slips of paper, lined up with the pattern printed on the side and scribblings and scratchings filling the first two lines. My words spill into the margins as I cross out phrases again and again in the search for the perfect combination.

Simply, it’s a puzzle. And I have finally pieced one together.

It was certainly hard, but lots of fun, and hopefully, more will follow.

So, without further ado! Easter Morning.

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Easter Morning

Last Friday it poured and rained. The world was
A mess of mud and muck. We walked right through
The parking lot, trying hard not to pause
In puddles, deep and dark; They swallow shoes.
But was there ever sunshine bright like this?
When birds sing so freely now as they hop
On the brilliant green lawn? The entrance
Of the church is circled, tulips a top.
Inside, the building swells with songs of praise,
The people gathered, singing, swaying, to their songs,
Their thanks, their love, their joy they raise.
For now the promise grows and stands so strong.
Yes risen! He is risen now indeed!
For Christ, our savior, death will not succeed.

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The meter is not perfect, but I am satisfied. (:

Have you ever written sonnet? What was it about?

Until next Friday, my friend!

~ evelyn ~