Sweet - A Sonnet

 

Sweet

 

She wants to set her toffee mind at ease

and though she tries to find a solution,

the wooden floor is hard against her knees.

Saving her thoughts for redistribution,

throwing sanity into sugar bags.

It's so sweet that it gives her cavities,

all cluttered and sickly. So she defrags

the constant aggression of gravity,

the confusion and the trepidation.

"You don't eat anything 'cept candy canes..."

Was that a question or allegation?

Doubt pulsing through her veins and it remains

'til she figures out it's all in her head

which is weaved together, with nylon thread.

 

 

 

This sonnet took me forever to write because I tried writing a Shakespearean style sonnet (ABABCDCDEFEFGG rhyme scheme), whilst staying true to Iambic Pentameter (10 syllables in each sentence, 5 stressed and 5 unstressed). Although sonnets are one of my favourite forms of poetry to both read and write, I never actually realised how much work it takes to stick so closely to a specific amount of syllables for each sentence (and it's surprising with how many words sound like they could have more than one syllable but actually don't).

This was just a little poem about mental health so I could become accustomed to this style of poetry. You may not read in connection with mental health which is completely fine - if you do have any other interpretations or can see where I've attempted to portray this pretty personal theme let me know!