This is my entry for the writing contest @antoinette__ is running. It is a sonnet with a more cynical view on old romance, especially the constraints it placed upon women. This poem uses iambic pentameter and an abba cddc efgefg rhyming pattern. Use the arrow keys/touch the screen to view the poem. The cover image was created by Jori van der Linde
Here is a transcript of the poem: Ensnared in gilded twine, each breath held tight, She tugs her welded dress, to split the seam, Skin taught and tugging. Eyes uplift to dream, Of soaring skies, yet dress to wing do bite. He lays upon her weighted arms, to love, Fond gesture, unreturned by her caught wings. Her coldness spurs his bitter anger, stings A welt to skin. She prays to those above. She dances day and night, with him for aye, By taut leash bound. She feasts every eve, Kept plump with wealth, which he bestows to her, Her health yet dwindles, starved of sun’s keen ray. With frown and fist, her spirit he does cleave. In dark despair, her broken wings now slur.
