My Sonnet Rhymes

by Fleedleflump

My sonnet rhymes on axes X and Y,
Yet deferential dreams are hard to grasp.
So, poetry can give me wings to fly;
Oh, for a fanfare’s inspiration’s blast!

No more, will forms compress the written word,
Nor rules dictate the subjects I release.
Emancipation! Let their cry be heard.
To fold a page is to create a crease,

Removing shape like ladders from below -
He was a window cleaner until then,
Yet now he’s just a climber, there to show
My power to control his fate’s demesne.

Eloping from the rules can set us free,
So revel in this rebel’s rampant glee!

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Rhyming Acrostic Contest writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Please write a rhyming acrostic poem.

This was inspired by an analogy I thought of - you can't turn a truck in a corridor. In other words, if you constrain something too much, you'll prevent an obvious solution.

So I applied it cheekily to poetic form.

Please note - demesne is pronounced 'de-men' and describes a ruled-over domain or holding

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You can't turn a truck in a corridor

My Sonnet Rhymes

by Fleedleflump

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