Sonnet XXXI: Three Lovers
©10-29-2021, Olan L. Smith
A mystic carnage, justice came to town
Upon the waves of lore foretold of old
To halt the rite of passage, claims unwound,
And Thomas found his heart thus deeply tolled,
In twain it splits and out his blood did spray
On holy floors, her zests unfairly dredge
A yearning heart in love with her will slay
The groom, before pronounce his holy pledge.
And who amongst protest this union now,
Do speak or hold thy word! Forever ring
The sound, an ending love, his beating heart
No more pronounce a word to voice his sting.
Still, weeps the heart of Harper's wicked strife,
Of love snuffed out, and toss away his knife.
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
