Shakespearian Sonnet – Wicked
So I had to do this for an English class, and for some reason I really liked how the Wicked one (I also wrote a RENT one) turned out. For those of you who don't know, Shakespeare's sonnets have ten syllables per line, fourteen lines, 3 quatrains and 1 couplet (aka 14, like I said), and the format is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. If that makes sense ;) But I'll tell you now, I have all that. And I'm proud of it, so I'm posting. Hope you all like it.
It's a very ironic sonnet, ha. ;)
Disclaimer: Wicked is to Gregory Maguire as Shakespearian Sonnets are to Shakespeare. AKA I own NOTHING.
A figure jumps quickly into shadows
Its face concealed by a dark scarf and hood
If seen now, her face would appear to glow
Passers-bye think she is up to no good
Her skin is green, which makes people suppose
That she is unnatural, even wrong
But even though they think this, the girl knows
That her daily insults won't last for long
Finding salvation in Wizard of Oz
Hiding her face from cruel shouted jeers
She hides in her books and from them because
Disapproval of green can't last for years
Soon Elphaba Thropp will be free of this
It will be gone, leaving nothing amiss