Sonnet 6: The Light Painter

A light is cast about thy sunny face. My heart erupts at what thy sight imbues. Thy mind abounds! It sees a blighted space And transforms it into unending hues. The theatre is blest by thine auspice. A cyclorama shaped to shine so bright. Thy shades of blue reflect upon the ice Of God’s fairContinue reading “Sonnet 6: The Light Painter”

A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love

To me, she’s as the rowan tree;Her eyes as pools ‘neath azure skies—Reflecting all about her be—Her heart, a dart which quickly fliesInto my own, pierced with desire.Askr, Embla could not compete—Glacial melt hails from our hot fire—My soul is with her made replete. As she around me spins the fatesAnd pulls me to herContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 3: To My Love”