Slight improvement over last week, I think. This is based on a true story of how I had to go across the country (um, the country of England, that is) on an emergency basis on the day before my twenty-first birthday. And there was a crazy blizzard the like of which Southern England had not seen in fifty years. And BritRail was stumped. And then I got really lost when I did manage to arrive at my destination. Not sure why I thought of it. But I figured it was as good sonnet fodder as anything else. Well, not really. But anything that came to my mind this week.
The Wrong Kind of Snow, 1991
When I turned twenty-one it snowed all night
And in the morning all the trains were stalled
I set out for the station before light
I told them “Epsom” and they were appalled
“You cannot get there in this kind of snow,”
The ticket agent argued with a frown
But I stood my ground at her small window
And in the end I got to Epsom town.
Circling around my goal in snowdrift dark
I searched for my hotel room in the cold
No sleeping town had ever been so stark
As midnight struck, I suddenly grew old
I wonder where the dancer is today
Who turned nineteen on that year’s shared birthday?
Nice. Who’s the dancer, or what am I missing?
Link to my latest is below.
It’s not a failure of your reading, it’s a failure of my writing. The next morning I woke up and heard on the radio that this up-and-coming prima ballerina turned nineteen that day and I felt really over-the-hill, since I was turing 21!
Now, it occurs to me that she and I are essentially the same age.
I really like that.
A Purpose Driven Sonnet
The Rev’rend Doctor Warren, seems to me
would like to have his cake and eat it too
regarding homosexuality.
Alas, his fork-ed tongue is nothing new.
“Let me be clear what God’s own Word intends:
that sex outside of marriage is a sin.”
And marriage as a union he defends:
no other than a man and woman, kin.
But killing gays perhaps does go astray;
let’s not forget what Jesus did command:
that dignity for all be his new Way,
upon that rock the church must take a stand.
Um, Rick? My sexuality is ME.
Shut UP already ‘bout my dignity.