Post-Date Sonnet
A sonnet, the Italian kind
There are a couple of things that I particularly love. One of them is writing in fixed forms like the Italian sonnet and the other is telling a story. Combining both was a challenge. This comes from a longer narrative.
And so she has two children. Why such gloom?
He was chewing gluey porridge the next day
in his rustic squat that needed a good broom
trying to…