A Refrigerator’s Sonnet
My mom gave me a “Shakespearean Insults” magnetic poetry set in my Christmas stocking in 2007. I still do not know why. But a couple months later, eager to find some way of putting them to use and surprised by the number of seemingly uninsulting words, I challenged myself to write a love sonnet with the insults. I arranged them on my dorm room’s mini-refrigerator, and also copied the text into a word document. I just found that word document now, and it’s less convoluted and slightly more charming than I expected. Were it not made of refrigerator magnets, I of course would not be sharing this with anyone, and my perspective on love has changed from what it was when I wrote this. So, take it lightly.
A Refrigerator’s Sonnet (13 February 2008.)
With we as fire, and she a soft young girl
Whose face will send you down such excellent
Faint corridors, to ecstasy we went.
A place to run, a place where we unfurl,
Where love and unity oft fly aswirl.
A break in self, and time is softly bent;
No thought or care of how our age is spent
So long as we, as one, become a swirl
Of life and love. He’s gone, the serpent boy,
Desire-eyed and sly. He’s come undone,
By God, who works with His unfailing love,
And through the girl the boy has now employed
As his true love. An endless, perfect joy
Where two new lives are forged and now begun.
