Dec 2015
Chills of the northern wild are rough to those
who have no guidance or are ill-equipped
to scale the steep incline and climb exposed
the high fells reach. No rock is lightly gripped
when every failure seeks to see me fall;
No step is taken to be a mistake.
For what is needed to ascend this wall
is slow to learn and hard to undertake.
Joy lies beyond the helm wind of despair
and must be battled with to be surpassed.
So I’ll prevail here knowing that it's there.
I’ll conquer fell and fall so I’ll be passed
to where tranquillity abounds below,
throughout the valleys of the rain shadow.
who have no guidance or are ill-equipped
to scale the steep incline and climb exposed
the high fells reach. No rock is lightly gripped
when every failure seeks to see me fall;
No step is taken to be a mistake.
For what is needed to ascend this wall
is slow to learn and hard to undertake.
Joy lies beyond the helm wind of despair
and must be battled with to be surpassed.
So I’ll prevail here knowing that it's there.
I’ll conquer fell and fall so I’ll be passed
to where tranquillity abounds below,
throughout the valleys of the rain shadow.
Sonnet - 4 - 29/10/15
There is an improved version of this sonnet above called Helm Wind. This one doesn't seem to make as much sense but I won't delete it.
I think some of the lines here are a bit underdeveloped. At least they show my early struggle's with making sense within the difficult confines of iambic pentameter.
There is an improved version of this sonnet above called Helm Wind. This one doesn't seem to make as much sense but I won't delete it.
I think some of the lines here are a bit underdeveloped. At least they show my early struggle's with making sense within the difficult confines of iambic pentameter.
