“As with dancing you have to learn the steps”
The challenge is to write a sonnet in free verse. With no rhyme or rhythm, the lines don’t fall into strict units of quatrains and tercets, for me at least, so I’ve stuck to classic Shakespearean sonnet form. A cop out, I know, but I find a sonnet quite hard enough to write without adding an extra twist to the thumbscrews.
There is never a teacher for this dance,
No more than to guide the fledgling’s first flight,
To fly or to fall, in the hands of chance,
Sleep or the wolf may come with the night.
Will we untangle the mess that we made?
Our steps tripped and faltered, we parted ways,
Like sand castles crumbled, the plans we laid,
The dream of the future obscured in haze.
There must have been love to have left such pain,
As there must have been music to draw us on,
There must have been sun once though now there’s rain,
The piper once played sweet who now is gone.
Watch my eyes at sunset, moonrise to see,
The star-stepped path that brings you back to me.