My creativity mentor recommended a 40-day writing course to me, and I am in day 35! It’s been a fascinating journey to unravel and recreate myself as a writer, and it has revealed something in me that I didn’t expect. So, here I go, a Shakespearean sonnet about the place I love the most:
Chéverie, My Love
What mys’try do you hide within your walls
What story will you tell when layers lift
What ghosts will beckon when my spirit calls
What words upon my page be cast adrift?
The ocean breezes come and go at will
New tides each day cast stories at my feet
The eagle sits upon a branch, so still
Within the space where tide and time do meet
You’ve seen them come and go, so many loves
Fair-footed, feathered, differently attired
Birds of the air, fleet foxes, sweet young wives
You’ve witnessed through the years and much admired
And ‘neath the faded paper of your world
The story of your life to me unfurls.