· 30 March 2022 ·
· A hybrid limerick-sonnet metasonnet ·
I ought to put up more poetry when I’m immersed in the middle of longer prose efforts. Poems can be quick, and they verify that I haven’t vanished. Postlife sometimes affords little time for recreational writing, which is why I have a donations page instead of a paywall.
While this poem’s subject is not new, the form might be. A limerick-sonnet hybrid, why not. (Sonnerick? Limeret?) You get three extra lines, though you have to change gears at the end.
And Sonnets Day isn’t until 20 May, but I’m not holding onto the thing for two months. I can always write another one.