Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #520
A Single Sip
by Belinda Roddie
A single sip from the fountain of youth
reverted me back to thirty years old
again, and while I felt amazing, truth
be told, I was quite frightened of the bold
and instant transformation. I had been
seventy-two, and now the gray was gone
from my hair, wrinkles all non-existent,
and body spry and free despite nights long,
counting stars when I couldn't fly to them.
Alas, my love did not drink from the pool,
and so she remained old and dry like stems
of lavender. She still was beautiful,
but she would pass into an endless sea,
while I'd live with fear of mortality.
by Belinda Roddie
A single sip from the fountain of youth
reverted me back to thirty years old
again, and while I felt amazing, truth
be told, I was quite frightened of the bold
and instant transformation. I had been
seventy-two, and now the gray was gone
from my hair, wrinkles all non-existent,
and body spry and free despite nights long,
counting stars when I couldn't fly to them.
Alas, my love did not drink from the pool,
and so she remained old and dry like stems
of lavender. She still was beautiful,
but she would pass into an endless sea,
while I'd live with fear of mortality.
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