There is a shadow of you, shattered there –
with dark fragments floating, I trace you with
fair fingers and cold stars, a strange affair
with little reason and faulty rhyme with
too much pain and desire, we break into
a sweat, counting cracked, broken moons, learn a
new language where mystic tongues curse anew
a sacred scroll splays out – read it now, a
strange story indeed, with perfectly strange
beginnings and silly ends, beginnings
change meaning, with old metaphors, and change
ending rhymes around, forever ending.
Demand order. Demand truth. Yes, demand.
Understand chaos and lies. Understand?
Written for dVerse, where Laura asks us to write sonnets of 14 lines and 10 syllables (iambic pentameter is optional extra) while starting and ending each line with the same word (including derivatives and homophones).
The word ‘shadow’ or its derivative should be in the poem’s title, and the notion of shadow as metaphor or reality should feature somewhere in your poem.