Song of the Nightingale
As hand so soft cross golden harp doth play,
The song of nightingale o’er the wood flown ,
And as she composed with magical strain,
I thought I must have her all to my own.
With haste I did lure her in behind bars.
Content with my prize, her pleas I ignored,
But as day passed on day her eyes grew dark,
No sweet melody from her throat would pour.
So I let fly my love from my own hand,
And, though before her the world now stands free
To search and see works both of God and man,
She seeks, and with song returns faithfully.
So let the lesson be told age to age,
There be some beauty not meant for a cage.
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Liked it. Proper format too! Nice!
Thank you! I'm so glad you noticed the format! Sonnet form can feel restricting but it is a fun challenge!
Yeah, I was excited to see a poem in the old school format. You won't see a lot of it here, which is fine. Even I break it - as you've probably noticed in Her Love. It is challenging. I plan doing some "proper" form in the future. Oh - Welcome to Steemit!
Thank you for the welcome! I am enjoying it so far! In poetry form is great but expression is far more valuable. Big name poets will break it all the time. I think Her Love captured a moment and emotion well. I look forward to seeing more of your work!
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