I won’t compare you to a summer’s day,
because this is Alaska,
and you are not like the endless rays
but more like a cold blast
that arrives in darkness
and never leaves
until time slowly passes
and we beg for reprieve.
Your eye is a star that blinks,
then disappears when I get too close,
and so I order you and I our drinks
and wonder what you will disclose,
and whether the night may never end.
You’re freezing me. But then you bend.


© Mindy Goorchenko, 2018. All rights reserved.

What forms of poetry would you like to see us try? This arctic sonnet takes some liberties with the form. I hope you enjoy it. Please visit this link to obtain a print collection of my poetry. Thank you for your support!

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