Iambic rhythm buoys my little song
Pentameter to count her beats to ten
Imagined dreams there gaily bob along
Aboard a craft constructed with a pen
A full fleet, fourteen, heeds this rhythmic tide
Bears forth my senses fished from depths anon
Those given form by this nib’s scratch and glide
A cargo worthy of a little song?
A pity that my ditty won’t pass close
inspection, since perfection’s not my aim
Yet with my little song I now can boast
that I have writ a sonnet all the same
But is its cargo rich enough for song?
Or never more than ballast all along?! BACK TO POEMS
Brona Sparkes
I acknowledge the Awabakal people of the unceded Aboriginal land where I live and work, and all the Traditional Owners of Country across Australia. I recognise Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples’ continuing connection to land, place, waters and community. I pay my respects to them, their heritage and cultures, and to Elders past and present.
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