Monday, February 22, 2010

Wall Flower

As promised- here is a work from one of my classes this year. It is a Shakespearean sonnet entitled "Wall Flower" that I wrote for my British Literature class

Wall Flower

All alone along the wall she stood there

wanting to be special; it's her first ball.

She feels as if she's vanished into air;

the host stands up, beginning dance does call.

Other ladies seemed far more beautiful

although she was in his very own eyes;

the men were anything but plentiful

"What's the wrong with me?" she quietly sighs.

Attracted to her by her modest dress

He came to her; she fiddled with her hem.

Light of foot fantastic they did finesse;

her knight in armor, his treasure'd gem.

The eve'ning wore on, together entranced

om each others' arms, together they danced.

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