sonnet in my bonnet

heard the wind rhyme so i’m on it
spinning words like thread inside my head
tucked a sonnet in my bonnet
so birds who roost there can be fed

on her flute she played the gamut
hoping merry mice would be led
discoursing every tenuous tenet
and tucked the theories into bed

caustic clouds trail crackling comet
burning ice instead of gold from lead
ventured too close to a planet
within a week the two were wed

upon his hand alighted hornet
orange abdomen and blackened head
then came the swarm that raucous senate
from the poor boy vast tears were bled

at last the band attained bright summit
looked past the clouds across the land
lives braided beaded into a unit
this strange and varied merry band

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About Brad Werner

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7 Responses to sonnet in my bonnet

  1. lly1205 says:

    I’d love to write a little piece about this poem and link back to it if that’s all right with you – I do this as a weekly thing, and I think you’ve told a great story really well!

    Lily

    Like

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