Our Groundling Gap:
The Sonnet Mock'd

by William T. Hathaway

Sunlight sifts through layered haze,
Shoots rays through settling dust;
Velvet mist in glowing clouds
Now enfolds the day's spent lust.
Charged ions of the streamy air
Throb iridescent to become
A wash of gold all flared with red,
In eastern dark a starry plum.
Blue miles of mountains in ragged silhouette,
Crags and cliffs shrouded in fading light,
Loom on the horizon, a curtain to hide
The sun's orange plunge towards night.
I write on the edge of a parquet of granite,
Missing the scene while trying to scan it.

© 2006 by William T. Hathaway





About the Author

William T. Hathaway's first novel, A WORLD OF HURT, won a Rinehart Foundation Award, and the second, SUMMER SNOW, has just been published. It is set amidst the war on terrorism as an American warrior falls in love with a Sufi Muslim and learns from her an alternative to the military mentality. The first chapter is on the publisher's website, Avatar Publications, and a selection of his writing is available at http://www.peacewriter.org.


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