London

London

This month, I’m going to be posting different kinds of Sonnet. I’m started with what is perhaps the most well known form of sonnet, The English or Shakespearean Sonnet, so called because Shakespeare wrote a buttload of them. These are written in iambic pentameter and feature three quatrains (four line verses) followed by a couplet. The rhyme structure is traditionally a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. The three quatrains explain the story or problem and the final couplet features the resolution or realisation.

I decided that a familiar sonnet required a familiar theme so this is about travelling home to London. It tells the story of a particularly stressful coach journey which was delayed by about four hours overall.

London

I reached the stop and shivered in the cold
Umbrella raised to fend off Summer show’rs
A dismal group, we stood there, young and old
In silence as the minutes turned to hours

Two hours late, the bus arrived in shame
And every seat took on a bitter bum
Some desperate souls lashed out for one to blame
But, finding no one, settled feeling glum

An hours break was mandated by law
Some wept and other raged against the night
Eventually, in disbelief we saw
Victoria bus station by moonlight

And with a smile no lateness could destroy
I entered London, my great home and joy

Ok, Yorkshire isn't too far behind in my estimation

Ok, Yorkshire isn’t too far behind in my estimation

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