Sunday Sonnet (on a Monday, Alternatively Rhymed), #16, 2016


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Skin chestnut from weekend sun, white become

brown through vitamin warmth, a glow of health

and peace of mind from pause, fraught brain undone,

its knot untied to glide into a wealth

of golden calm.  This, just from season – one,

singular – under name of “Summer”, felt

thus inside and without.  Barbecue buns

aside – not for her – this outside life, svelte

body revealed post Winter’s clothing (pale,

both skin and cold light), this caress of air

she could settle for, somewhere abroad – whale-

watching and glass in hand – although a gale

or two might arise in stormy guise (where

won’t it?).  In short, far away: hot, and free.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]