“Two lovers’ union…” (a sonnet)

In Vaudeville: Woman and Man on Stage

Two lovers’ union — stronger than a bond
between a mother and her child. A man
is nothing but a wretched vagabond
till he is whole with his betrothed. What can
persuade a lover, worshiping his love,
to see the presence of another king?
No, neither found inadequacies of
a “perfect” love, nor quarrels, nor the sting
of jealousy that pierces the heart
will cause a man to doubt his love — but time
and time alone will feed its apple tart
to human soul, until—in truth sublime—
a quiet revelation takes the throne:
we’re born alone, and we depart alone.

 

Image: Charles Demuth. In Vaudeville: Woman and Man on Stage, 1917. Watercolor and graphite on wove paper, Overall: 8 x 10 in. (20.3 x 25.4 cm). BF601. Public Domain.

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“The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.”

Young Mother (Jeune mère)

Catch you off guard they will—do not repose!—
the pseudo truths that with a pleasant smile
mix their false righteousness with a large dose
of sugarcoated horrors, all the while
destroying those who have the courage to
refuse to drink their poison. This is it:
the sacred curtain has been torn in two,
Heaven awaits, so does the fiery pit.
“Choose you this day whom ye will serve” and fight
for what is worthy, beautiful. Defend,
my Soul, at all costs what is just and right,
never expect this deadly fight to end.
The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.
Behold: the brutal winds green valleys sweep.

©2018 Sasha A. Palmer, Sonnet #8 of the Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Young Mother (Jeune mère), 1881. Oil on canvas, Overall: 47 3/4 x 33 3/4 in. (121.3 x 85.7 cm). BF15. Public Domain.