This still needs some tinkering. Somehow the ideas I had in the car on the way home were gone when I was ready to type, LOL. But here’s my response to NaPoWriMo’s suggestion to write a fourteen line sonnet for day fourteen:<\/p>\n
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The fair lad who wooed me held out his hands
\nbearing a flower that flew off, a dove.
\nHe gave me a star washed up on the sands
\nand said he’d set it in the night skies above.
\nHe drew two hearts for me in the sky
\nand braided bright flowers for my hair
\nHe saw my destined lover in my eye
\nand set a bower of leafy moss for my chair.
\nHe drew an invisible cloak about me
\nbut it was his arm around me, warm and strong
\nHe sat beside me then to watch the endless sea
\nand said his love would be mine forever long.
\nHe said all his love is mine to keep and treasure
\nOur days full of sun, our nights full of pleasure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fourteen lines for day fourteen: The fair lad who wooed me held out his hands \u2022 bearing a flower that flew off, a dove. Continue reading