The Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest is at its halfway point and the entries are rolling in. To make things interesting Geist will post (with permission from the authors) a few submissions to the Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest for your viewing. Each poem will be posted anonymously and comments on the poem will not be considered in contest judging.
So watch this space to find your muse and then write your own Jackpine Sonnet. The contest closes July 1st, so get writing!
Shadows Wait for Dawn to Call
As evening folds a raven cloak about The fragile twilight melting at the fringe, A chafing wind recalls that frightened cringe From darkness and its cold, unfriendly doubt. The morning is soon lost as dusk draws near, For fear it fails to bring with it the light. The faith that could relieve the gloom of night Seems lost amid the shadows, cast in fear. But just as all the crimson leaves must fall, So, too, the sun will always travel west And rise again to warm the dew-soaked earth. For shadows only wait for dawn to call, And then the earth will waken from its rest; It will not die without the joy of birth.