This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets
After Tiw
With some words from the song of the same name by the Rolling Stones
...when Tuesday enters, roaring like a fire ‒
to banish lies, to tear illusion down
and wear the spoils of battle as a crown ‒
the one-armed, wolf-meat, warriors leap higher,
all balancing along a narrow wire
and wrestling wrongs wherever they are found.
The Gods are gathered at a circus-ground,
dispensing sin and error to the pyre.
But who could ever hang a name on them?
They bicker over meaning and intent
until the dying flames dissolve and then
a silence falls as argument is spent.
For there is one thing they all wish to see:
the new dawn’s magic, Wednesday’s sorcery...
RJT
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