Musings Rough and Rude: a Sonnet
This hill on which I write:
a charm in heaven’s crown,
Tho' a mountain’s fill of might,
my feeble musings drown.
This place of blood-red gold
those words of choicest gem
If only I’d take hold
and put together them!
I’d rush upwards, except
the crown would never fit.
No angel would accept
my captivating wit.
These musings, rough and rude
Denied, decried— pursued.
© 2009 Jane Grey
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