This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets
After Frigg (and Ariadne)
With some words from the song of the same name by The Easybeats
...you know that Friday’s always on my mind
you know tonight is when I spend my bread
you know tonight is how I lose my head
you know that sanity gets left behind
we tumble through the caverns of the blind
we travel via Ariadne’s thread
we cast our candles for the recent dead
we meet where past and future intertwine
she carves her secrets in an ash-wood box
she dances prophecies of air and earth
she paints a brightness fading into grey
she sings against betrayal by the fox
she weaves a tapestry of coming birth
she orchestrates a drive-in Saturday...
RJT
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