Blue Base of a Flame: Sonnet

I woke Shakespeare up from the dead. Not my best confession yet, but I needed some help. Rarely am I ever impressed by my own words… So it’s a little spicy 🌶️😳. Not too much so you’re still welcome if you dare. The ornaments around the words, was in reaction to Mother Combs second to latest published piece, ‘plagiarists’. This is for: The Sonnets of Shadows challenge

By Caitlin CharltonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

:: 🕯️🩵©️My lover is the blue base of a flame ©️🩷🕯️

©️Shadows know my needs, but he does not see ©️

:: © If money will lose, then what was his game? ©️

If fear be failure, then what else are we?©️

I've seen men more dapper, with pugs more tame

::🩵 ©️But no such pleasures, felt I, when he leads©️

Eyes on pure diamonds, of all, more thrilling

::So in his arms, this hope speaks poisoned weed

By the sieve of his mind kept I, still yearn

©️A devil in nice cars and flashing lights ©️🩵

I struck a face of red with subtle stern

🩵My lover, a shrimp — stilts — he walks in height

Like a sepal, I held him in my praise

©️🩷His eyes like sunrise, I molten not blaze 🩵 ©️

Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.

A survivor reclaiming her territory.

I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.

Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠

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