Sonnet of Momentary Fright

The irony is almost but not quite
lost on the woman as she bows her head
and breathes a prayer for someone who, despite
the distance, can instill this awful dread
of Something happening tonight
or possibly next week; a pool of red,
her dreams dissolved in senseless waves of fright
and premonition that's so dark, so dead
that she must shake herself, put fear aside
remembering the promises he's cried
out full of love and years to come with her
that wait for opportunity, deferred
for now. And so bold hope arises, wakes
her faith, holds on to love for loving's sake.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015

I was reading a book, thinking of terrible circumstances that could separate a couple in love, and this is what came of it.