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Author's Notes: I wrote this sonnet for Writer's Craft, with Terence/Wellard in mind (on the brain?), but it can apply to just about anybody. I don't know if Horatio would have left Maria a note, but if the fancy takes you, feel free. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but as always, please no flames.
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Tracing cracks along the ceiling,
Mapping his route out to sea,
With a hollowed, homesick feeling:
'Will my love return to me?'
The sun gilds the clouds a brilliant pink;
The ship a handsome silhouette,
Your note on my pillow a brief splash of ink,
A letter begging me not to forget
Not to forget the times that we shared,
When your barque in the harbour was moored;
A life afloat, a soul you bared,
A maiden's love you secured
And I turn with lidded eyes away,
From the thought of my love, to a lovely new day