Spenserian Sonnet

 

Where Gather the Lonely Poets?

What watching eyes find them lurking, poets
desperate for an audience despite
hermit impulse? Who crowns those laureates
whose verse moves hearts and souls? Why write
to mere echoes of self? And yet this light
surges against shadows and will out! Look
to confusion, delusion, to insight
gained by experience; no wisdom book
or scroll ever taught but that heads mistook
what the heart shied to learn! So, where gather
lonely poets, who can find this bright brook,
healing fount of sonnets and verse? Blather
on, poetasters! True verse outlives us
all. It gathers the lonely poets, thus.

David M Pitchford
31 October 2007