In last year’s Pica pica challenge, one of the words was “heartquake”. It felt natural to write a sonnet on the topic. I dedicate it to Baron Faucon de la Santé, and of course to Sir Patrick.
In deepest gloom I wander’d lost and weary,
through hidden caves and clouds of smould’ring coals:
No end in sight, no path I could see clearly;
no beacon, there, to steer me clear the shoals.
But lo! ‘tween livid skies, the Moon doth rise!
The clouds, they part: boldly a Man forth steps:
Astute, His gaze — descended from the skies —
His tender smile will guide me from these depths.
O, Captain mine! please let me take the helm!
Where’er Thou say’th, I’ll point the bow and go.
To sail with Thee throughout the starlit realm:
Sir, I beseech Thee, please, o: Make it so!
He says: “Engage!” and then: my bonds! they break!
With Love’s warm tremors, then, by Heart doth Quake.