As you know, I’m writing along with the students in my Creative Writing class this semester. Here is this week’s assignment: a sonnet. I decided to try a Terza Rima rhyme scheme this time.
The Sky is TARDIS Blue
The sky above my birth was post-it sized:
a square of snowflakes, cube of clouds,
above a house of books with big insides.
Above the college quad, it opened out
its pages to the scope of human art:
a framing narrative for studied doubt.
Then came a grey-eyed wanderer whose heart
held distant vistas. We carved out a cave
and nestled in. Outside, horizon’s arch
expanded, gaining speed, a quantum wave
where future fields unfurl and plains arise
and roads go ever on and we are brave.
Beyond this earth’s adventures is the sky
that never ends: the heaven where we fly.