Winterkill
A Spenserian Sonnet
by Carmen Ruggero
Inspired by Cristina Ruggiero’s oil painting of the same title.
I pray you curse be gone from me at last.
With fossilized hands, you closed a rigid girth,
a frigid grasp that held me long and fast,
stealing my breath at the hour of birth.
By whose design am I strapped to this girth,
that chills my heart cold as a winter’s night
where ice encrypts still images of death
and I can’t remember a morning’s light?
I long for the warmth of a summer night,
for jasmine and the touch of cool, sweet rain;
to feel my body swaddled by moonlight
to know just once, I don’t remember pain.
I’ve lived in this cold lonely place, too long!
Perhaps one day summer will sing its song.
.Carmen Ruggero 2005
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Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!
Joselyn
blessin's Sis, miss talkin' with you by phone,
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Regis
Good to see you at it again!
The insightful emotional intelligence and poetic elegance of your work has not suffered for your inactivity -- the sonnet is wonderful!
The following is particularly artful:
"I long for the warmth of a summer night,
for jasmine and the touch of cool, sweet rain;
my body softly swaddled by moonlight
to know just once, I don’t remember pain."
VERY well done!
Be well.
Trust you are in fine fettle now.
So many have left AD. But have wondered as to where you've been.
Good health..
So good to see you back....welcome home girl!!
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Love,
Eileen
The summer sun will shine and radiate it's power of warmth upon you. Thaw your chill, and return you to your light.
Again..so good to see you.
Lisa