The Sonnet Mock'd
William T. Hathaway
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
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.