I think on our love's intimacy fled
and wonder what the feck was that about -
time's evaporate, streams to deserts fed?
Only the bull in me is smugly stout.
When love's a bauble, oh, Eros will shout;
but burst those shell walls, blanch colored swirl
down hollow basin when the sink's run out -
then plug a vacancy; don't plug a girl.
For, time was, pleasure set two heads awhirl,
a world within, a world without our bed -
ecapsulate, our grit inside love's pearl
gleaming between us, deep truth translated.
She ran. I smashed our philosopher's stone;
and what was once love's tower is just a bone.
.......................
I swore never to write another C poem; - it's all a long time ago now. But the Spenserian sonnet is quite difficult to handle, so I took the easy way out.
Spenser's sonnet form rhymes three quatrains and a couplet like this: abab, bcbc, cdcd, ee. This means 'b' and 'c ' each have four rhymes and these form two extra couplets joining the quatrains.
I couldn't resist tightening the screws a little more (if you'll pardon the expression). My rhyme scheme runs abab, bcbc, caca, dd.
