Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #122
At First, I Could Not See
by Belinda Roddie
At first, I could not see; the mud was thick
and smeared my goggles with harsh slime, the smell
so potent that it almost made me sick
as I scaled the abandoned wishing well.
The well had been severely neglected,
as water dried up and earth clogged its jaw
and filled its belly. My friends expected
me to find each coin that lay in its maw,
the very coins that people had tossed in
with whimsies and desires etched on each brass,
silver, and gold surface. While covered in
sludge and moss, I told my friends that, alas,
I had not found a single penny. Seems
they all disappeared with each thrower's dreams.
by Belinda Roddie
At first, I could not see; the mud was thick
and smeared my goggles with harsh slime, the smell
so potent that it almost made me sick
as I scaled the abandoned wishing well.
The well had been severely neglected,
as water dried up and earth clogged its jaw
and filled its belly. My friends expected
me to find each coin that lay in its maw,
the very coins that people had tossed in
with whimsies and desires etched on each brass,
silver, and gold surface. While covered in
sludge and moss, I told my friends that, alas,
I had not found a single penny. Seems
they all disappeared with each thrower's dreams.
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