a certain indefinite number of Petrarchan “sonnets” (43)
Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them. Also, I should acknowledge that the formal aspect of this “Petrarchan sonnet” is liberally conceived so it’s unnecessary to alert me that at “Petrarchan sonnet” with 15 lines is like a quartet with 5 members, though criticism and rebuke is always welcome from anyone who feels so moved.
GATHERING streams of scattered summer light
weaving in between the gold and blue
she sprinkles dreaming morning leaves with dew
from vapours by the Sun’s diurnal rite
drawn up and then distilled in azure heights
she brings their blossoms to fruition too
and deftly guides the flowers’ passage through
her fabrics weft of Water, Air, and Light
and Earth and Fire and conflagration
when all the flowers up in flames will go
and all of Nature is transfiguration
then Light will rise up from below
towards Heaven to return in circulation;
but who presides over this procession though?
“Nasturtium Queen” she’s called, by those who know
