Friday, 22 February 2013

Sonnet to a Theorem

Camouflaged and still
beside old coats
the shape of squares invisible,
though seen today was dim
as nails within a dusty box,
the shade of wood and sand;
behind some planks
the delta winged
upon the yellow paint
stain on the wall; a thought
concealed amongst long handles,
angled in the corner of
the builder's hut; outside
the silent snow still falls.


  1. I love this Gwil - some nice imagery
    like 'nails within a dusty box'. I have always found sonnet form difficult - but you have managed it so well.

  2. Pleased you enjoyed it. The moth is still there. The snow is still snowing.


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