This is my first attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet.It wasn't easy but challenge is the reason for
writing in these forms. Another riddle! I hope I haven't made it too easy.The next one will be google proof.
Who am I?
Her beauty turned your head around
You became desperate and wan with love
She was married, the problem made compound
by you buying a neighbouring villa above
hers, stalking pious Contessa at Church in town
You sent her a flock of snow white doves
She responded with disgust by putting them down
but inevitably when it came to push and shove
You could not know God's gift of good fortune
your hundreds of ardent poems so amorous
were wasted on la belle dame sans pitie
her bloodline tainted with incest importune
produced an aristocrat notoriously unvirtuous
a perverted maestro,concupiscence his metier
WOW! I have no idea who this is, but what a good story! I have GOT to figure out the formula for writing one of these puppies! You are just so good, it's ridiculous!
ReplyDeleteThankyou Cynthia.The Form of this one is:
ReplyDeleteABAB/ABAB/CDE/CDE
Is it the story of Lucrezia Borgia and Pietro Bembo?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the form lesson!
Clues:He is a famous Italian poet.He wrote 365
ReplyDeletepoems for the woman called Laura who was married to a French Count.They were the ancestors of the evil Marquis de Sade.
Tha'd be Petrarch, no?
ReplyDeleteDamn, I hate it when I'm wrong!! Okay, have it now and you are a tricky bird! It is Francesco Petrarca!
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