by Thriveni C Mysore
I wrote an English sonnet, lady aurum
Wishing to get reviewed from one apart
I went to Sherborne abbey seeking the depart
Prayed, pleaded and invited to a forum.
I find no peace and ‘am done said Wyatt
Philip said if so, I will good tribute pay
The Bard compared me to a summer’s day
Told me, work on lovely Spenser’s art.
Waking up from such lovely, godly dream
Knew my worthless poem was no way near
Davis’, Donnes’ or Herbert’s holy prayer
Oh! Disillusions, the sleep made me scream.
Poets of such stature to the English born
I wish them rebirth, ever and anon!
Last updated August 12, 2015