30 day poetry challenge: day 1

My first English sonnet

Love is like fire in that it burns so hot

That one cannot touch it without a glove.

You burned me black, you burned me dead, my love,

You shall be burned by the depths of my hate!

Like the mythical creature that is Prom-

Etheus you gave my fire to those

That did not deserve it and now my prose

Shall wipe you off the Earth so now: Begone!

Cold blue eyes and colder solid stone heart,

She left me but, oh, why, I played my part!

I worked so hard, was hardly ever there!

Is it wrong that I needed comforting?

I worked all day, she just did the cleaning

’Til she told me: “Get out you sexist bear!”

As you can see, the last six lines are a lot lighter in tone and are supposed to be a bit ironic; I’m writing from the point of view of a stereotypical “Career guy who happens to have a wife.” He doesn’t take care of her as he should and doesn’t appreciate her work. It’s supposed to be funny and provide a sharp contrast to the rather old-fashioned and serious first eight verses.

I personally quite like it, though I took a few liberties with the rhyming and the metaphor doesn’t have the meaning I wanted it to have, but it reads quite well. I respected the iambic pentameter, and it’s most definitely a sonnet, so I consider today a success!

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