More Sonnetry?

.....I seem to be on a roll and in the mood to write bad sonnetry. :-)

.....This one seems to be bent towards Madrun. Although the intent strays (I've always had problems with focus :-)). I also still have problems with point-of-view. I think I need Sir Richard to smack me around awhile and get me back into proper poetic shape.

.....This one is not strictly 'Shakespearean' as it has a non-traditional rhyme scheme, ABAB BCBC CDCD EE. Bet 'ya a good dinner and can find a period equivalent. :-)

With skillful fingers a great spell she wove.
Her hands moved in an intricate life dance.
As faster and still faster did they rove.
A blur of flesh on this cloth of romance.

Arose than images of elegance,
From wafty colours floating in the air.
The spector of high kings did they enhance.
As willing souls allowed them to ensnare.

All that was ill of health was then laid bare.
The sinews open to be wholly cleansed,
To be sewn in threads many with great care.
The tapestry of a life she then mends.

This skein of glowing yarn this weaver grips,
To hold cord of existance she then snips.

.....Of course it needs polish, but I like to think of sonnetry like Heinlein in that you always leave something for the editor to 'fix'. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.