10 November 2006

Sonnet 2 - spadework

I've got 3 sections for the sonnet- morning, afternoon, evening. The basic image is already there, namely days are like women.

Morning is the time of hope, enthusiasm, promise, anticipation, etc


Afternoon is fulfilment, satisfaction, heat, sunshine, sluggishness, etc.


Evening is decline, disillusion, loss, regret.

What I need to do now is a little brainstorming, jotting down words, phrases, possible rhymes, alliterations, similar sounds. I might find ideas developing as I do that.

Morning

Morn/ing, dawn/ing; day break > bragging, boasting, bouncing, brazen, breasting the horizon, brassy, flashy > lashes (eyelashes). Pretty dawn (also a girl's name). Warmth, welcome, soft.

Dawn is seductive, flirtatious, insidious, false hope.

It's already getting sexual. Obviously, you're in bed at dawn and the day arrives in your bedroom unexpectedly, with promise in her eyes, which rhymes with rise, and size, and dies. Better keep it clean.

How about

The day creeps in across my crumpled bed

Unbuttoning the sombre dress of night

This is good stuff, isn't it? Well, it's a start.

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On a different subject, I like the comment of a Radio 4 listener who e-mailed the BBC about a Church group's plea for the white poppy to be treated with the same respect as the red at this time of year. He said,

There's only one word for this idea - Poppycock!

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