I'm Surrounded by Faces on the Walls - a sonnet
Friday Writings #184: Let's Go Formal
"Your (optional) prompt this week is to write a limerick, a ballad, or a sonnet – or to write on the subject of formality without necessarily doing so in formal verse (or even any kind of verse). If you choose to write a sonnet, the particular kind is up to you (Shakespearian, Petrarchian, Clarian, Curtal, American ...) but please do let us know."
I have attempted to write a Shakespearean Sonnet. This is actually my first sonnet attempt, so be gentle with the comments please!
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| Harvey, in author's collection |
I'm surrounded by faces on the walls.
They watch me go about my daily chores
in the dining room, parlor, and the halls,
reflected in glass above the drawers.
The darkness of night obscures them from view,
mere reprieve from their contemptuous glance.
Safe again 'til daybreak's pale light breaks through
to catch the last of midnight's eerie dance.
By radiant daylight they look benign
with vacant eyes ne'er moving, voices mute.
Step nearer, look!, there is never a sign
for they watch as still as death absolute.
With bedeviled mind, moonstruck fool am I,
perhaps tonight I'll dance with them... or try.
©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
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Lisa, your try was great. I feel you're doing great at the dance. Rhymes make the reading so enjoyable. And they're hard to do sometimes saying what one wants to do.
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