Denial

For 4fw3. I hate rhyming. I did this in iambic pentameter even though this particular type of sonnet does not require it. Perhaps I am a madman. It is a Keats sonnet – The rhyme scheme is .a.b.c. ..a.b.d…c.a.b. ..c.d.e. ..d.e..). This was kinda thrown off without much thought, so.. yeah. I don’t stand behind it.

A fair hand stretched toward a stubborn gate,
asking where the road beyond it might go
and why for so long it had remained shut.

The cold iron bars, locked silent and straight,
insisted they would neither tell nor show
what came after or what had gone before.

Fair feet stayed set, pleading to be told what
this barrier needed to budge from its state
and let their owner’s onward journey grow.

Nothing, then: a whisper on the wind cuts
in to say, “You must find another door.
Wait no more, tell this gate you’re finished here.”

The fair voice calls, “I should have gone before.
There are other paths not blocked by your fear.”