In the Garden

Form: Cerispring Sonnet

There was a story about it
We all knew it backwards
And each year Gran added a bit
Her gentleman is now a lord
As she tells it again
And we listen for creaking boards
An old story, the wishing well
In Gran’s garden so she would tell
The well of wishes fills with rain
But wishes have a cost
Unpaid dues a wish made in vain
Now at the falling of first frost
Gran tells the lord’s mistake
A wish for love and his soul lost

©JGFarmer2020

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