Day 26 of
the NaPoWriMo challenge at www.napowrimo.net.
Prompt: Try
your hand at a sonnet – or at least something sonnet-shaped. Think about the
concept of the sonnet as a song, and let the format of a song inform your
attempt. Be as strict or not strict as you want. 14 lines/10
syllables per line/the
Shakespearean sonnet is abab cdcd efef gg.
Night of
the hunter
It’s the loneliest
time of the hunter,
this curse
of night, an avenging clawed moon.
Bereft of sound,
he moves on, a panther
crossing roofs,
sunk alleys, life out of tune.
There is
never a chase, only faint hope
for the
North Star’s glow to show him the way.
He wastes
no energy, shores up his scope,
outside time,
place and the ordinary.
He
searches land and sea for the one true,
who escaped,
pursued, the muse to his art.
A bunch of
chaste white roses, the thorns pruned,
he holds,
but only shadow in his heart.
Her photo lived
in his pocket for years,
but her
image washed away in his tears.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, April 28, 2025
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