We`re challenged to write a poem by “remixing” a Shakespearean sonnet.
I have chosen Sonnet 12 as I love all aspects of autumn.
Sonnet 12 W Shakespear
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Autumn Sonnet 12
When I hear the ticking clock keeping time
see the bright sunset sink into black night
when I see the violet past its prime
and dark wavy hair transformed to silver with age
when tall trees now left bare of leaves
where once they shaded resting herds
and harvested wheat, tied in bales
as white beards ,summer`s taken to it`s grave
when taking your beauty into question
you will be overcome by the ravishes of time
for beautiful creatures can not stay young
they die as fast as others grow old
there`s no defence against time`s scythe
but create offspring to defy time- when he calls!
(c) Lissie Bull 2019
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