(A Shadow Sonnet)
When I write with silver strand moonbeams, when
you yearn for me in moonrise I’ll find you.
Then sate your pen with ink well of rose, then
Imbue cloudscape with passion puffs, imbue.
Bring paper cream dreams on wings of love, bring
Gift wrap, nib me in the bud of your gift.
Spring kissed with eau de cologne breath of Spring,
Drift me on bluebird skies, scribe of my drift.
See! how our first eyelift-look locked love, see
How I dotted your violet eyes mauve, how
We flourished with poetry’s ode and we
Now have pledged vows to honour our love now.
Names signed in calligraphy both our names
Flames of sonnet’s rose ink, these are our flames!
Karin Anderson copyright 2014