Dark Rules
A sonnet also needs to be part of my half marathon, as I am fond of Wordsworth’s sonnets. I chose Sonnet 73 . I have borrowed a few lines from the original poem. Behold me close in hours when darkness rules and yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which air-kiss numbing gale, where melodious music that sweet birds sang. In me, as thou see'st anile, through flashback As youngness of her fadeth in the west, and blanket of light slowly crawled back in coat of death's second self, swaddle in rest. In me, what thou see'st the glow of such fire as it lay on the ashes of her youth, and the death-bed whereon it must expire, consumed her as she retires from her growth. The turns of life earn her the life-time pride while senescence moonwalks her heyday's ride. ©water2025 26/11/2025-9/11/2025 This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025