Take cover, be swift! The sonnets are here!
Formatting, editing, and poor internet provision have dictated my existence of late. Now is the time to rebel. But not, I say, by injecting colour and life in anything potentially future providing, oh no. Now is the time for random, pointless creation. It is the hour for yet more remedial nonsense, though this time a woolen horned sea creature shall replace the action of spinning.
In order to shape this fresh dose of therapeutic nonsense, I employ not only a loose interpretation of iambic pentameter and a Shakespearean rhyming scheme, but what I see before me when I look from my screen, leaning back to ponder and dream.
And do not fear unnecessarily, #1 is employed only to make the title grand. It does not herald the penning of further sonnets possessing questionable quality. More need not follow, though I dare not predict fate when life tangles with poetic form so volatile.
I’ll stop rambling on like an eedjit now. Let’s get to the narwhal.
O! Happy the narwhal be, sweet fins fair
Above, sunset globe hangs past somber lips
And dust clings to string that suspends in air
From chiming song and fuchsia limb eclipse
To rest beneath such spectacle, I see
How narwhal’s gladness expands to delight
More, stitched with soul and true dexterity
The maker’s pride within lights black eyes bright
And that smile – so jolly! Heart known by thread
Such joy, sadly, narwhal’s friend cannot show
Though both alight on melodies near dead
Less lips, knotted feline we cannot know
And lo! Higher even than butterfly
Wood-drawn rabbits by patchwork adorn sky
And if you too consider this narwhal’s sweet fins to be fair, have a look at ShanaLogic. He was a gift from sister Erin, and I believe was purchased from this site. While he doesn’t seem to be on sale right now, they have many other lovely, narwhal-related items that are.