Spenserian Sonnet No. 4

[arontius]

.....Was listening to Sting's 'The Wild, Wild Sea' when the Muse came to call. :-) When She stops in for a visit, you hurry up and offer her a drink for she doesn't ever seem to stay for long. :-)

Wild stallions surged on the dark, rolling hills.
With manes that danced in wild, frenzied designs.
They raced the wind who cruelly tried wills.
Defiance is seen in all of their lines.

The king of the sea raised high his tines.
With menace he strikes with a crashing light.
The hills are riven by the name he signs.
To show in visage strong his wondrous might.

Yet they continue forward with this fight.
Their sinews strain as bodies stream with foam.
A challenge made in great cries to the height.
A salt spray fills the air as forth they roam.

This great herd gallops swiftly far away.
The waves that they rode roll on toward the day.

.....Hope everyone has a good weekend! Stay safe. And see you all at July Coronation! Starting for me in 12 days, 0 hours, 16 minutes, aaaaannnnndddd 45 seconds. :-)

.....Arontius / Aaron.

Comments

[the-thread-lady.livejournal.com]

Very nice! I love your imagery - I can see the wave, wind & horses tumbling around.

[aelianora.livejournal.com]

Reminds me very much of a poem I read once on the minstrels. It's very good, Arontius.

Poem is by Paul Dunbar:

'The Wind and the Sea'

I stood by the shore at the death of day,
As the sun sank flaming red;
And the face of the waters that spread away
Was as gray as the face of the dead.

And I heard the cry of the wanton sea
And the moan of the wailing wind;
For love's sweet pain in his heart had he,
But the gray old sea had sinned.

The wind was young and the sea was old,
But their cries went up together;
The wind was warm and the sea was cold,
For age makes wintry weather.

So they cried aloud and they wept amain,
Till the sky grew dark to hear it;
And out of its folds crept the misty rain,
In its shroud, like a troubled spirit.

It goes on, but that's the part that your poem made me think of...