I’ve been afraid of sonnets for so long.
A poet I can never truly claim,
Myself to be. The rhythm is just wrong.
Dear goodness! I am totally ashamed.
Odes, ballads, sextets, free verse and haiku,
Have never been a challenge for my pen;
But when I read a sonnet proper, true,
Escape from rhythm taunts me, once again.
How am I to write a proper sonnet,
If I can’t hear the rhythm in my head?
Imag’ry with frills and lace upon it,
Keeps haunting me, but still the meter’s dead.
Lord, help me find some way I can control,
This sonnephobya torturing my soul.
—Michele Cameron Drew
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