POETRY > Sonnet 1: Her anguished face falls like a blade that's iced (Shakespearean sonnet)
Her anguished face falls like a blade that's iced (Shakespearean sonnet)
Her anguished face falls like a blade that's iced
and smashes through the ceiling of my calm.
Escapist art by which I am enticed
for my prosaic mother, holds no charm.
She grew impressive sketching skills when young
yet stopped because the oils were just too dear.
A hymn she wrote, by my old school was sung
composing burnt the kitchen over here.
Though she has many skills my mum is stumped
by laptop mysteries and this breaking house.
Our garden where the dog has dug and dumped
disordered home sweet home made with her spouse.
I hold the blades of ice between my hands
and try to be a child who understands.
NOTES:
This is a Shakespearean sonnet with the rhyming scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
Poem written on May 13th, 2020.
Lockdown has intensified and exacerbated existing issues for many people. Creative writing, like other creative mediums has been a great coping mechanism. This is my first sonnet. I have begun sharing about creativity and mental health on the blog here on my website, beginning with crisps and tankas before I moved on to sonnets).
Check out my blog posts on mental health and creativity.