Blue Starlight
An Ottava Rima
Star-gazing last night, in the yard, alone
Fragments of light for my dark, tattered soul
Wishing to follow wherever you’ve flown
Broken, in pieces where once, I was whole
Memory haunts me, my heart like a stone
Sorrow that only your ghost could console
Sharp is the pain, of my yearning for you
Here in this garden, where once, we were two.
Here in our garden, in solitude blue
Restless, so lonely, I cannot sit still
Each shadowed corner, remembrance of two
Brand new porch roof, our particular thrill
Overwhelmed, now, by what’s still left to do.
So I pretend: I’m just waiting, until
you call my name, when at last you arrive,
as if very soon, you’ll be home, alive.
Elizabeth Barnesco / August, 2021
I found it quite hard to start with a form and write to the specification — but very rewarding. With many thanks for this prompt, I quote Somsubhra Banerjee’s enlightening article about uncommon forms:
