arontius | Spenserian Sonnet No. 2

.....Greetings All,

.....I was reading Richard Bach's 'Illusions' and thinking about it sparked the makings of a sonnet. Richard Bach has always been an inspiration for me, but also a frustration. He has gift for the deeply philosophical, but his brand of reality is not just a cold bucket of water, its a smack in the face with a flat nosed shovel! :-) I think of it in those terms most likely because of my bent for Fantastical fiction. I want my heros to be heros. I want to see the Knight ride off into the sunset with the Princess in the saddle before him. I don't want to know about the credit card bills that they'll have to pay the next day, the ones that they used to finance the rescue. :-)

.....In Illusions we hear this larger-than-life tale of a modern day 'Messiah' who travels the country in a bi-plane, producing miracles. He writes his secrets down in a manual for the narrator of the story, his 'apprentice'. But when the 'Messiah' dies, his apprentice reads the manual and the very last line of the manual states, 'Everything in this book may be wrong.' If I had written the story, that line would not have been in there and the apprentice would have picked up the gauntlet and started producing miracles around the country as the Messiah's desciple. But that would make a horribly boring and overdone story and certainly ruin the impact. One of the reasons I'm not a professional author. :-)

.....This sonnet is written in Spenserian format.

The eyes of heaven shone forth fierce and bright.
In hordes they marched in a great arc to war.
Their pulses of light are the beat of flight.
A cadence of life on which they do soar.

Formations of the army seen in lore,
In patterns that speak words of prophecy.
To Magi who watched for signs from the tor,
So wisdom could then meet in embassy.

Yet these lights they laugh at the lunacy.
The deeds they witness performed in their name.
And cry at loneliness from heresy,
From men who fail to understand the game.

Life is a current that will never end.
Too rich to waste, its purpose we must tend.

Happy Friday Everyone. Hope that your three day weekend is wonderful!

Arontius / Aaron.