Saturday 15 October 2011

STRANGE MARRIAGE

Proud philosophy proposed to poetry pure,


Coaxing, cajoling her to serve him as his Queen.


Reluctant, she succumbed, hair-dragged to his lair,


Lured and bedded behind his mental screen.




Uneasy waged their wedlock, heavily hard to bear


Her fairy fancies with his rigid thought machine.


Divorce seemed certain, until from who knows where?


Fourteen lines of metre, meandered on the scene.





Metaphysic sonnets solved their crisis soon


To knit ideas with verses in a subtle form.


He shone as Sun, she swanned as silver Moon


Reflecting wisdom, in stanzas, heartfelt, warm.




They seized the avid reader like a thunder storm,



Metaphysic sonnets now became a cultural norm.

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