2/12/11

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For Severus, on the 14th

Striding in silence, unhampered solitude,
Robes flowing darkly, head bent in reflection;
Could I engage him, risking his rejection,
With proper modesty, seemly rectitude?
Surely some mannered word, never too loud or rude
Will turn his eye to mine, spark some affection;
Pleased that I've concern for his circumspection
He'd offer the friendship he has long eschewed.

I gather courage and bravely pour a tot
I place the offerings on a tray of oak:
Elf-made wine to slash his soul's Gordian knot.
I hope this courtesy says what I cannot,
His tow'ring anger this gift will not evoke --
In his web of myst'ry my heart is caught.

NB: this is a Petrarchan sonnet, written in the traditional form. I've tried to maintain 11 syllables per line, stress on the 4th, 5th syllable in the same word as the 4th, 2 quatrains abbaabba and 2 tercets cdccdc. I'm a bit rusty, wasn't really perfect, but it'll do. It's not like some fictional character will ever read it, anyway...

Oh, and here's the DA page for No Foolish Wand Waving...

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