Blue Season (Shakespearean Sonnet)

by Smaccams   Oct 29, 2013


Consumed by he who has weathered arrows;
I fall upon my state from his valor.
Not one Eye watch; his final gift, He knows.
Little Cupid matures a smile so sour.
There lies no Duty for this barbed blue bird,
'I choose to grow wings to keep to his light,
And follow where his arctic hues paint word.'
Tales of bleeding caution, His only plight.
But never have these blues soared bright azure,
Into the skies of past unnerving sound!
And never has love felt so rightly pure,
To refill this heart. So sweet and profound!
Fueled by another's blood, ribcage home new,
Locked in by choice; bird in devotion's view.

Caroline Schmiermann
29/10/13

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  • 10 years ago

    by Misundertood

    I just really felt what your saying here I've had my heart broken but what you've said especially the " has never felt love so pure , to refill this heart its beautiful

    • 10 years ago

      by Smaccams

      Thank you very much!

      I tried to put my heart into it, and your comment is now proof that I succeeded (:

  • 10 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    This is a very beautiful write. Its very unique for a love poem I truly loved how you used cupid here. I agree with you as well that love really consume you. Your heart fills with rapture and you are blinded to anyone but yourself. The wording you used is great as well. I love the word azure as well. Anyway you have done such a great job describing cupid. You make him out to.be a person and that is also very unique and very creative. Any well done!

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