For who’s so dumb they cannot write to thee?
A perfect muse if ever one was born.
The one so dumb might easily be me,
but what you’ll never read you cannot scorn.
I went to our museum, saw a gem
The whisky colour boasted by your eyes
a Cairngorm in a Georgian diadem;
the kind of ostentation you despise.
I thought it wouldn’t do for imagery
so took a walk along a beachy strand,
sure I would find some floating artistry;
and then I saw you with her hand-in-hand.
I felt a pressure lift, a great weight gone;
No need for this poetic marathon!
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Comments (2)
The guy she saw hand in hand with another at the beach was her boyfriend/husband?
Lovely sonnet… beautiful rhythm & rhyme. I agree… the beach is inspirational!… ‘so took a walk along a beachy strand, sure I would find some floating artistry” … but it turned out that you didn’t need to continue😳