The Nettle Queen
Sonnet #3: In pentameter and inverted Petrarchan rhyme.
Quick predator, rendered still and quiet By the tenderness of night, and dripping Of love alight. Stinging of fresh venom, Voices whispering in cold breath sigh it Like willows drifting, like nettles whipping Under midnight blue storm clouds of denim. Restless, thirsty, brave, and hungry for sex; Fearsome, strong and courageous, carrying The pennant. Somnambulist, tarrying Over pennies, lovers, time, and apex, Red widow,...