Sweetness! I dearly remember the aching flow
of time. The haunted Decembers, glacially-bound,
frozen, despaired. Still veiled, you refused to go
forth with such madness and in ice caves, found
solace, as snowy shawls, keeping creeping cold
at bay. Dam(n) it all! Rage warmed you, unbound.
Arms crossed, upon breast, I saw you sink to old
depths, then… salt and sea, bless me… downward,
my gaze was wasted, and I reclaimed what I held
dear, these treasures that bind dim reflections and hard
light, as memory, revered and cherished, shine like gold,
and in this wealth and warmth, I am thawed, by heart.
© CG Tenpenny, 2024.
In today’s creative writing homework, an attempt at Dante Alighieri’s terza rima sonnet style.