I Haven't Written a Sonnet since College.

Today's entry comes from the "Be Careful What You Wish For" department.  :P

In last week's entry, I started off lamenting that I'm not a songwriter, since I tried to do the entry in blues verse and it... didn't go well.  >_<  But some of the commenters (you know who you are) said that they did want to see an entry in verse.

Funny, I never would have thought I did requests.

I learned how to write a sonnet back in college, first in a writing class that covered a bunch of different kinds of writing; fortunately I never had to combine them and write a scientific paper in iambic pentameter.  I also took a Shakespeare class.  If you ever have the chance to learn Shakespeare from a professor who enjoys it so much that he'll play multiple parts at once from behind the lectern, I strongly recommend it.  But that class, of course, covered sonnets as well.

Without giving too much away, this poem covers the basic story of the book I finished this past Friday.  I'm pleased to say that I don't hate the book, as happens too often when I finish something.  I'm actually looking forward to going back and editing it.  That will likely not happen until July; I have June reserved for writing my next book, which is completely unlike the one I just wrote and might be unlike anything I've ever written.  I'll need beta readers for the new book eventually - I already have one volunteer, which fills me with glee, as she's never read anything I've written before so huzzah for fresh eyes - but I'm not asking until the thing's ready for people to see it.  And that could take a while.

So, without further ado, a poem of the book's tale:

I never thought I'd see your face again.
I thought I'd live my life without your touch.
You found me when the night was young, and then
We learned that ten years needn't matter much.

They call revenge a dish that's best served cold,
And you and I will make a wicked chance.
We'll find the things that others seek to hold;
With cunning words, we'll make their secrets dance.

But there is trouble hidden in the runes,
And those who seek to strike at both our homes.
An enemy has found beneath the dunes
The ancient spells in long-forgotten tomes.

There's danger to our homes we can't abide.
But we'll face it, forever side by side.

The new book is titled The Book of Lost Runes.

Next week, IWSG, wherein I say horrible things about comfort zones.