Sonnet: On Absence

Does Absence aching hearts then fonder make,
which in their pain no fonder-making need?
How callous slith’ring Absence as a snake
disguised, or spider-like her web does seed
with bait- a tender gaze or touch of hand-
then springs her trap. She rips the pair apart
whose fate she as a game does play. They land
divided, seas apart- heart torn from heart.
One wanders, wails in pain new-found. Her love
lies quiet, stunned, unsure- then finds the strength
to wait, and to his love his love to prove.
If Absence in her plot succeed, what length
must travel love, her home to find?
O, Absence wins her game unkind.

by Emily E. Jones

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Posted by Dr. Hurley on October 26, 2011

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