A Siren and a Sonnet

Hi everyone, today you poor dears will be subjected to my first ever sonnet about a very true event that happened in the early hours of yesterday, but don’t worry you won’t need therapy afterwards just a stiff drink

So here goes:

Flashing lights interrupted sleep this morn,
Bright hues of red streamed through narrow blind,
Twas not pertaining to the rising dawn.
Not your usual Sunday morning find.
Grandma and Grandad wake Matthew up quick,
Our own little fire fighter, rising star.
He leapt out the bunk bed slickety-slick,
To see all the forces and fire chief’s car.
Lots of activity, cars come and go,
Ambulance, police and fire trucks grace all
our driveways for a reason we don’t know.
It must have been urgent to make that call,
Soon we found out and stopped all the joking,
The reason, merely the furnace smoking.

You’re going to have to have at least of cup of tea now aren’t you?

Here is a quick glimpse at how to write a sonnet by the very talented Kat Apel who is the reason us #MoP people are trying to write one. #Mop is a poem a day for the month of January but you can join in on the occasional postings or just keep them to yourself if you wish. Those of you who haven’t tried it before, it is so much fun, and so rewarding to learn new poetic forms and stretch yourself a bit.

Another wonderful resource for the wannabe poet is The Discovery of Poetry by Frances Mayes. I’m still reading it, but I know already it is great.

Have you tried anything new lately? Fancy doing one thing this week that you’ve never done before?

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