A poetry apprenticeships must include the writing of a sonnet. Here is my sonnet
Plus, gingatao laid his sonnet on the table and I thought I’d raise him a sonnet.
(A red-light district known as The Valley)
Dark wine-red eyes hypnotise and draw us in.
The rock star strut and shine with noise, entices
us to come now and stay and play within.
Feel the cutting edge, hard rock vibe, devices.
A succulent fare lures those who travel
to the valley. Dragons with ruby eyes will wait.
Tough, base, reptilian beasts with breath to dazzle
and singe. Razor-sharp claws elate and deflate.
But desolation swallows ecstasy
when the party slows down – and stays too long.
Truth waits in the gutter, exposing debris,
cold rock bottom and used sharps to sit on.
His hidden knife stabs John Doe’s thin white skin
and rank, dark guts, spill out – the two worlds spin.