While I absolutely loath writing sonnets... I won't deny that spending a few moments with a well written sonnet is a lovely way to start the week. Plus, this cleverly shaped one seemed highly appropriate to pass along since Christmas is only a few days away!!! Enjoy!
Sonnet in the Shape of a Potted Christmas Tree
by George Starbuck
O
fury-
bedecked!
O glitter-torn!
Let the wild wind erect
bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect
frostyfreeze turbans; iciclestuff adorn
all cuckolded creation in a madcap crown of horn!
It’s a new day; no scapegrace of a sect
tidying up the ashtrays playing Daughter-in-Law Elect;
bells! bibelots! popsicle cigars! shatter the glassware! a son born
now
now
while ox and ass and infant lie
together as poor creatures will
and tears of her exertion still
cling in the spent girl’s eye
and a great firework in the sky
drifts to the western hill.
Found at: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/23321
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