Time’s Gentle Hand

A change of pace with a poem that is not political. It started life in a tutorial. We were given the first line then asked to write a sonnet. This is the result. I know it is not a sonnet as it only has 12 lines, not 14. The rhyming scheme is wrong too and it doesn't have a 'volta'; a turn in meaning between lines eight and nine.

I incorporated the word 'forsooth' as a nod to Shakespearean sonnets.

Time’s gentle hand shall turn the tide of youth

T’ward other things at first unseen

To places where the youth has never been

And ever changing drive us on, forsooth

For we shall never rest before the truth

Nor touch the blade with edge so very keen

Which tells us all that we have never seen

Or find the taste so sweet upon the tooth

That sits like dew upon the subtle leaf

And harmonises like a silent lyre

Until time’s hand constricts a life too brief

And sets us all upon a fun’ral pyre.