Sonnet de Midnight

The perfect Shakespearean sonnet utilised to express my distaste for cloudy and polluted London skies which will someday be the death of me. Iambic pentameter brownie points scored too.. Enjoy.

Sonnet de Midnight


The moon was suffocated by the clouds,
Skies dimmed in a thick mist without reprieve,
Oppressive city skies knowing no bounds,
The polluted air makes our poor lungs heave.

Longing for crystal clear skies to pave way,
For a myriad of bright stars gleaming,
In ways you couldn't see during the day,
Missed by the pour souls asleep and dreaming.

I sit by my window and scan the skies,
Searching for shooting stars to wish upon,
Up with the wind my desires will fly,
Whispered prayers to God my lips pass on.

Each passing night I heave thousands of sighs,
Take me somewhere with picture perfect skies.

Location:EmotionalTimes DueTo CloudySky