ok. Here it is.

[timepiececlock]

I kinda cheated. It has 14 lines, the correct rhyme pattern, and is indeed written in iambic pentameter. However, the traditional order of ideas & follow-up content has been sadly neglected to make way for free-form imagination, if not meter.


Wriggle and tumble out into this sea
of damp scraggly grasses and faraway sky,
of brown weeds and shoots that brush-kiss your knee
and drop earth down your ankles from wind passers-by.
Watch out for brambles and roots that will trip,
swat back bold ticks and admire the way
light can fall through in a stream from a rip
in afternoon clouds of swallowing grey
to circle that tree atop a brown hill,
from beneath turn December to August
where an eight-summer girl stood and was thrilled.
How lonely children are nature's fondest,
moved sincere by a stroke in color of
each piece vein by vein that burned from above.

Comments

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

thank you! [whines]Sonnets are hard, you know? And our teacher wants us to write a sestina in groups in class tomorrow... ye gods we're only human...[/whine]

[cavalaxis]

Sonnets are very hard. But you grow to love them. They're addictive.