"British Birds" by Charles Collins‘Sonnet for an Arabian Autumn’ and Other Poetry by Diane Woodcock The Society March 2, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Sonnet for an Arabian Autumn After William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 This time of year you will in me perceive When all things green take on their second growth, The sun at last agrees to a reprieve, And birds return to keep their migrant’s oath. You’ll see a certain lightness in my step to match the playful flight of birds set free from blazing heat that made them feel inept and stone-hard light that caused sheer agony. You’ll sense in me a cooling of desire for all things counted worldly and material, while heart is wooed by what will not expire, though it appears at times to be ethereal. __This you’ll notice of one who’s endured aridity: __come autumn she’s turned into pure fluidity. White Wagtail (a villanelle) Its tail incessantly flails as it paces up and down the Corniche while a strong shamal prevails. Not at all deterred, it rails against the wind on the beach. Its tail incessantly flails. With such finesse, it scales the seawall without the slightest screech while a strong shamal prevails. Such an inspiration as it sails along – it doesn’t beseech or preach. Its tail incessantly flails. Under such conditions, it still nails the insect – it could teach how to overreach while a strong shamal prevails. In winter, its pied plumage pales as it migrates – feathers blanched as if bleached. Its tail incessantly flails while a strong shamal prevails. Diana Woodcock teaches composition, creative writing, and environmental literature at Virginia Commonwealth University in Qatar. She is the author of six chapbooks and two poetry collections: Under the Spell of a Persian Nightingale, and Swaying on the Elephant’s Shoulders, winner the 2010 Vernice Quebodeaux International Women’s Poetry Prize. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Award, as well as performed live onstage in Lincoln Park, San Francisco at Artists Embassy International’s 21st Dancing Poetry Festival. Several of her Alaska poems toured Alaska as part of the ‘Voices of the Wilderness’ Traveling Art Exhibit, Alaska 2014-2015. Related Post Essay: Put Down That Poem Before You Kill Yourself By Con Chapman Boston may no longer be the Hub of the Universe, but its Standard Metropolitan Statistical Area remains the undisputed capital of Am... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Lew Icarus Bede March 13, 2017 The octave in your sonnet is very nice, and the diction in both poems interesting. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.