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For my mind is filled with remembrance for:
four and twenty blackbirds baked and pie’d;
Pied Piper piping, gathering his corps;
Corpse of a miss ‘for a spider spied,
Spied, in the throws of the sun; tumbl’in,
Tumbling Icarus — the very one;
One boy, one dame, one lord, one black sheep kin;
Kin and king cursed with golden fingers won;
One hero with Golden Fleece in open hand;
Hands waking our John-a-late-for-matins;
Matins’ bells ringing, ringing through the land;
Land shaped, formed by Blue Ox and Bunyan’s,
Bunyan’s mighty ax taming dirt and sky;
Sky, set to call, storied list to mind’s eye .

© rl busséll 2018 – All rights reserved

Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash


“Fairytales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten” — G.K. Chesterton

The stories of our childhood stay with us forever. They are our companions, our boon, and the boon we give to others; by them we are shaped. Tell stories to your children and write upon their souls.

One comment on “Sonnet four

  1. Wendy says:

    Its good, honey, although I do like the first one better.🙄😘

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