Here’s a sonnet I’m submitting for Literary Lion’s word of the week. The word is ‘eye‘. Please do click the link for other entries.
(Since I’m just finishing up a biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay, I thought I’d share another sonnet I’ve written. I’m also coloring in an owl coloring book for adults. So…lucky you 😛 )
Three owls in a tree one evening last Spring
cooing, to the Jasmine flapping, their wings
all a flutter with scents and sensing love.
My little mask eyed one lifts me above!
All efforts effortless this starry May
become against the sapphire night’s skyway.
One owl, seemingly wiser than the rest
took a moment – perched on the branch – to rest
and catch her breath. She looked beyond that night
while far away a full moon shining bright
spoke to her; its words echoed majestic
all that was possible – all fantastic.
Three owls roosting in a bare tree that night
were seen embracing
just before their flight.