GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet

Attic with old furniture
Attic with old furniture

Silken

Dust stretches the air like silk,
Up in the loft, space for old things.

Photos. Old papers of no importance.
Winter clothing. A rocking horse.

School books with their little words.
A million little words.

My red shoes.
I danced in them once.

I haven’t danced in years.
It was a time on the edge.

There’s a mystic quality about time,
Old fertile air of scented dust.

Up in the loft where old things exist,
Dust stretches the air like silk.


Napowrimo Day 27. Write a Duplex Sonnet. Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash.  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter.

Note: Like a typical sonnet, a Duplex Sonnet has fourteen lines. It’s organised into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.

19 responses to “GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet”

  1. This is … relaxing. Warm and yet a little journey through time too. I like it. An interesting form too. Looking forward to having a go.

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    1. Thank you, and I’ll look forward to reading yours later this afternoon. I have a full morning here.

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  2. I daren’t go in our loft,I’m afraid of what I’ll find.

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  3. There truly is a mystic quality about time! Lovely poem

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  4. Absolutely fantastic, Misky! I adore this 💕🙂

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    1. Thanks, Harmony. 💕

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  5. I love the layering of nostalgia in your duplex, Marilyn. The opening/closing line stretches across the poem like a cobweb. The red shoes reminded me of Hans Christian Andersen and the black and white film version on a Sunday afternoon.

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    1. Thank you, Kim. I made a big order with ScandiKitchen in London this morning, so H.C. (or hoe-cee as Danes call him) is probably lingering in my background. 😂

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      1. I forgot to say, the photo in your post reminded me of the attic in the round tower in Copenhagen, but the only thing in it is a rocking chair. I still have a photo of it, which is really eerie, as if someone just got up from it.

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        1. I’m not sure that I could climb to the top of it anymore. The boys used to love racing each other to the top when they were young. Then we’d have Steff hotdogs.

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          1. I was amazed to find out that they used to drive horse-drawn carriages up the tower, but then, why else would it have been built so wide? 😁

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  6. Just gorgeous Misky! 👏👌❤️ “Up in the loft where old things exist,
    Dust stretches the air like silk”

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    1. Thank you, Ken.

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  7. It seems to me this is an easy form to write, but difficult to get something good out of. This one has a dusty, mysterious, cobwebby feel to it and I enjoyed it. A success 🙂

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    1. Thank you. For some reason, this one just poured out of me. It took more time to find the image than to write it! 😄

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      1. It reads like a poem. No joins 🙂

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  8. Thanks for the inspiration, M. I might try this form, but I’m not hopeful. I know me.
    You, on the other hand, are a poetry goddess, so…

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    1. You’re very kind, and I look forward to reading your duplex.

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