Sonnet Entry For Bard's Hall Contest (14 Lines) |
14 Lines, Sonnet 8 syllables per line Written for "The Bard's Hall Contest" Prompt: "The lady doth protest too much, methinks." Hamlet Wicked Harbor Raw winds blow fickle Dublin coast Lone flower struggles through the rain Blind faith not one to brag or boast Portends a lifetime steeped in pain Lass sang love songs, later vows Lured lad to cross the Irish Sea Believed forever, then and now Perish doubt, certain, wife to be He should have known never give trust, One who seems too good to be true Diamonds soon enough turn to rust Wicked harbor lurks, orbs so blue Thy Roundstone vistas, life's hard truth, Innocence lost, forever youth |