Cranberry Ichor – sonnet

by Georgia


From where does this infection come
To which we all seem to succumb?
Our atavistic fears become
A bony heartbeat – inhuman drum.

Inhale exhale then goose-step walk …
As nebulous hate mongers talk,
Of a dark menacing migrant flock
[Vague figures lined-up on a dock].

Cranberry ichor floods the streets
Under pink jackboot’s metal cleats …
[Save the money of the elite!]
And history’s lessons we repeat.

From the banks of our prosperity
What lessons leave we to posterity?

© G.s.k. ‘15

I continue my work-out in preparation for OctPoWriMo … this time with a rhymed sonnet using the inspirational words from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Monday Wordle September 28, 2015.  Words in the wordle are:

1. Infection 2. Pastel 3. Cranberry 4. Bony 5. Atavistic (of, relating to, or characterized by atavism; reverting to or suggesting the characteristics of a remote ancestor or primitive type.) 6. Figure 7. Exhale 8. Copse (a thicket of small trees or bushes; a small wood.) 9. Nebulous (hazy, vague, indistinct) 10. Menace 11. Door 12. Ichor (the fluid which flows like blood in the veins of the gods)


4 Comments to “Cranberry Ichor – sonnet”

  1. As I read this sonnet I visualised WWI, well penned!

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