I am writing a long sequence of sonnets that will see publication in 2023. I thought it might be fun to share some of them in advance.
A sonnet is included below, along with an audio recording of me reading it.
In Mourning There used to be a sparkle in your eye fired by a vigorous joust with life. And then I watched it die, an unwilling witness as you lost your wife, you so desperate to weep yet inexplicably dry-eyed at being left behind. She would have told you what to do: keep looking to the future, your mind alive, remorselessly focussed on how to spend your time and not waste it as she feared she had in the end. You say I cannot understand it, how heavily it sits, not death itself but the emptiness it commits.