Tempest
Your name a storm that rages, rain and sleet
Battering your windows as we rest.
The tea mugs on your table lose their heat
And I am at the center of your nest.
We met in health, a class like a charade,
Again in clashing bronze, your shotgun seat,
Again on chartered coach to a parade,
Again with coffee, walking down your street.
But fear do I we don’t have much alike—
Your Swift Alert and wall-hung ballet shoes,
My band-patched vest and fixed-up motorbike—
Though worry could itself be bringing blues...
And yet, I watch the stars shine on your wall
And have no fear of losing you at all.
I wrote this for an AP Lit assignment which asked me to write a classic Shakespearean sonnet. I wrote it about/for my boyfriend, Tempest. My intention was to take a traditional praise poem and turn it on it's head a little bit.
