I have wandered home but newly
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth
But the traveller, travelling through it
Dreams of living light and loveliness
Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle.

Arise! from your dreaming in violet bowers,
Spirits in wing, and angels to the view,
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers.

Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
The viol, the violet, and the vine
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
Bottomless vales and boundless floods.

02/13/2005

Author's Note: Each line of this sonnet comes from a poem by Edgar Allan Poe. Hence Franken-sonnet. An amphigouri is essentially a nonsense poem that sounds as if it does actually make sense if only you could get to it. Unrhymed because it was hard enough to write without finding random lines in Poe's work that rhymed as well as contained v, f. ph or th more than once. (Did I mention it was intended to be alliterative as well? Yup - this is another challenge poem) Go on - you do it if you don't believe me.

Posted on 02/14/2005
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