A Sonnet And A Lark

my feast
of wholesome words still
failed to stir her appetite –
I know I should
have tried
pancakes
maple syruped
or sugared apple slice – 

she didn’t say
she cared a wit
caesura was a pause
indeed
and iamb was
the beat 

yet reasoned
with a certainty
complete
and absolute
a sonnet and a lark
were closer to
a nightingale
than duck

I simply bless
my luck
she wears my cap
sagaciously
back to front
© 9 August 2008, I. D. Carswell