Dr. Hurley’s Sonnet Contest: the Results are In!

After fighting long and hard in iambic pentameter, we are happy to announce both the popular choices and the editors’ choices for winners of Dr. Hurley’s first-ever poetry contest. Our vote has already made the first decision, and we doff our caps to our popular choice winner:

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“On Young Marriage” by Laura Hallman

Our editors thought long and hard, read and re-read, and then had a brief but well-edited sword fight before settling on our choice, which is:

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“Soon After We Had Shoved Off from the Dock” by Joe Heidenreich
Congratulations to our winners, and stay tuned for news of prizes and of our next competition!

 

 

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Sonnet: On the modish movements of youthful folly

Are we not men, who wear our breeches tight,
With stripèd cardies, checkered shirts of plaid,
Our face adorned with spectacles that might
Repair our vision were they not a fad?

The city streets we ride with fixèd gears,
A mustache soft depending from our lip.
We like not what you like, but when appears
A draft of PBR we take a sip.

Where once we loved that beaut’ous lady dear
Whose corset forced her cleavings oh so high,
Yet now, we young men gaze back at the mirror
Like copiously-bearded Narcissi.

That beaut’ous lady? Fellows, we eclips’d her
When we birthed that ogre named the Hipster.

by Daniel F. Le Ray

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This is part of a series of featured entries in our first-ever poetry contest.

Stay tuned for more and get ready to vote for your favorite!

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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This is part of a series of featured entries in our first-ever poetry contest.
Stay tuned for more and get ready to vote for your favorite!

Sonnet: Another Adventure of an Ageing Lothario

Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight
— Thomas Campion

I am after her, a queue to my groin.
I invite her to a swank restaurant,
We each enjoy a sumptuous sirloin
Before she tells me she’s five months pregnant.
A pause. Do I pay for the repast or
Skedaddle into the Townsville foliage?
I ignore the waitress long enough for
Her to know something’s up, there’s no mileage
Left in this date pudding cold in the bowl
And, I confess, a modicum of cad
Contaminates my sense, so I tadpole
My pants – get the gist – and feign to be mad…
Romeo loved Juliet; a wretch
In my silk boxers, lustfully I stretch.

by Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke

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This is part of a series of featured entries in our first-ever poetry contest.
Stay tuned for more and get ready to vote for your favorite!

A Sonnet by Joe Heidenreich

Soon after we had shoved off from the dock
And sailed beneath the dimming light of day
Along the gunnel, overcome, did walk
A small and timid insect stowaway

He didn’t move, he mostly sat and shook
As if, in fear, he stood there petrified
His eyes a blur, he couldn’t bear to look
At the commotion surrounding this ride

And as he weathered wind and splashing wave
It seems the courage inside him had grown
‘Til ultimately perched fearless and brave
He stared off into destinies unknown

I turned away to heed the coxswains call
When I looked back he wasn’t there at all

by Joe Heidenreich

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This is the first in a series of featured entries in our first-ever poetry contest.
Stay tuned for more and get ready to vote for your favorite!

Handsome, rakish Doctor seeking modern-day Shakespeare

 

Dr. Hurley has asked the Editors of the Snake-Oil Cure to announce our first-ever all-poetry contest!

Fervently believing in the value of structures and constraints in the treatment of a wandering wit or unfocused creativity, the Doctor has decided it’s in the best interest of the very health of our poets to solicit Sonnets from you. In this case, we are particularly interested in the Shakespearean (or English or Elizabethan) Sonnet form (details below).  You may draw inspiration from any source and write in any era’s vernacular.  What is important is that you do the following:

  • Send us your Sonnet, on any theme or topic, by email to snakeoilcure [at] gmail [dot] com.
  • Do this no later than Sunday, October 16th.
  • Follow traditional Shakespearean sonnet form (iambic pentameter – or as close as you can get to that; fourteen lines; rhyme scheme of abab cdcd efef gg)
  • Note what name we should use in crediting you

To the winner shall go the spoils, the glory, and much adulation from all of us.  Away!  To bed!  We write at dawn!