Disclaimer: The unspecified but not indecipherable characters featured in this poem do not belong to me. In point of fact, they are the enviable property of one Rumiko Takahashi.
7.26.07
Sevenfold Surrender
by Ginger Bits
I. Prevail
The one he'd always claimed he did not need
Unsheathed their father's fang, intent on blood,
And tore across the ground with reckless speed,
So lost was he in scarlet rage. A flood
Of curses rolling off his tongue, he spent
His ire in crushing blows that never quite
Connected. Elder blurred in swift descent—
A bolt unseen until its plunging flight
Disarmed its prey. With predatory guise
He hovered, watching rising panic slip,
Unwilling, into snarling golden eyes
That widened in surprise at alpha's nip.
Objecting to his captor's forceful cue:
"Just what the fuck you think you're gonna do?"
A/N: If you missed it, that was a sonnet—a Shakespearean sonnet to be precise. For this poetic form, the rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b c-d-c-d e-f-e-f g-g. In addition, sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, meaning that there are ten syllables per line, and every second syllable is naturally accented. Tricky enough in its own right, but I'm not going to stop there.
This is intended to be the first sonnet in a crown of sonnets or sonnet corona, and the set will be added to each month until there are a total of seven. In a corona, the sonnets are linked. The final line of the first sonnet becomes the first line of the second, and so on through each of the succeeding sonnets until the seventh sonnet, which will take the first line of the first sonnet as its final line, completing the circle.
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