Last Friday, Doraine Bennett at Dori Reads shared about the sestina poetry form, so delightful! Thanks for reminding me about it, Dori! I have introduced this form to my students in the past and written a few, so was inspired to try again. Here is my attempt:
In the early hours peace
spreads within like rays of sunshine.
Admiring all things yellow,
I lounge at my window
eating bread, butter, eggs—so satisfying.
I am named “Morning Woman”.
Also lurking here—another woman
who flirts occasionally with both peace
and war, and for her, it is satisfying
only when lemony sunshine
streams through her window,
and color emerges brightest yellow.
The lure of gold is brightest yellow
which compares to the smile of a woman
and all feel the world springs open a window
to feelings abounding of peace.
While basking in the sunshine
my own vision emerges as satisfying.
In fact, it is such a satisfying
sight, seeing that gloss of yellow
spread out into the room, the sunshine
is mourned by myself as a woman
who in my heart misses peace
with life. Yet, I still search at the window.
I try to call out the window;
only see my yearning reflection as a woman
despite the honeyed sunshine
which works to bless a satisfying
life. And then the yellow,
now brassy, shatters the peace.
I am shocked that this peace
was so fragile, and turn again to the window,
search again for what I believed was calming yellow,
those streaks that paint the woman
whom I felt led a life so satisfying,
on stage and gloried, backlit by sunshine.
Go red instead of yellow, crazy woman!
Quit looking for peace and give up all your satisfying
ways. Outside that window, other colors make up sunshine.
©Linda Baie, 2013