Invention Of A New Sonnet Form Poem by elysabeth faslund
Invention Of A New Sonnet Form
Viking Voyage
For lo! The forty four grey cast away
Fetters, mooring. Roaring past the old quay.
Flying, fleeing, sighing with unknown day
Far ahead. Frenzied eyes watched for the way
Showing the Way, rowing towards the far West,
Sunned with gulls, fecund with mountainous crests.
Slowing, rowers graveing ill with tiredness.
Shallow hope, fallow horizons' cruel test.
Then, with men exhausted, starving, the call!
That tiny branch floating briny waves tall!
The mens' eyes gleamed, streamed. New land welcomed all!
Tears amongst cheers, from Fathers in their Hall!
Voyagers of Old! Stories told this night!
Valhalla tested...not bested. Lands' sight!
This has a whiff of prog-rockishness about it (Jethro Tull?) . That said, it is a great piece of writing and you have thrown in a lot of devices here. Very tounge-in-cheek and a great deal of fun.
Stunning! ! wonderfully written piece, Thank you for sharing this fantastic Voyage with us,10/10 All the best Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Bravo Elizabeth! Brilliant imagery, eloquent for sure! ! A pleasure to read indeed! ! *10*! ! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad