Six wishes & another – Sonnet

Wish I, a ghostly cave of conch, to be;
Ocean’s tongue held ‘twixt a salty conquest.
Or pant through woods in breathless cervine* flee
A tinkle’s leap rainbowed at wind’s behest
A wish...
Might I dream a boat moored to drifts vacant
Desultory songs to fill a sail’s clear throat
Or bloom mystical on a range ancient
A spirit’s seek within a life’s devote

Suffer I would the lonely flight of soar
An eagle’s stoic, an airless crag’s embrace
Shall I, or, weave a valley flute’s contour
To trouble the passions of mountains chaste?

Silver shadows of whim I hold to flesh
To vanish into, or live life afresh

*cervine: adj. Relating to, resembling, or characteristic of deer.


2 thoughts on “Six wishes & another – Sonnet

  1. Dear L,
    Long time indeed! So lovely to see you here. Apologies for responding so late. Been caught up in things & sundry. Yes, the old times were good! 🙂 Glad you enjoy the words here. Hope you are well too…

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