Sonnets for my Twin Sister

“You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore but let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.”

A dual sonnet of Travel

 

Petrarchan Sonnet:

Copenhagen and Edinburgh, where next?

Irish roots ascend to burnt orange hair

In which a spirit travelled from lands elsewhere.

She rests and muses over memories of Namibia-

With dancing antelope who have never been freer.

A lion’s yell ricochets into eventide-

Demurring a dark past of apartheid.

 

Elegantly vast and somehow small-

She skips through safaris as though at home.

Conservation at Kings College London-

Studying the impact of urban sprawl-

Leopards in Bombay precariously roam-

Natural Habitats are left redundant.

 

Shakespearean Sonnet:

So here is to travel and what is next-

Never relinquish your wanderlust, but instead ask-

‘The sub-Sahara or a polar vortex-

Accompanied by a smile and a coffee-filled flask?’

 

So here is to the land of marigold;

Leprechauns, Guinness and a spellbound rainbow,

Where the banshee myth is again retold-

A fictional space painted by Rousseau.

 

Let’s visit ancient times hand in hand-

Living in the moment as life intended,

And walk into the magical realm of wonderland-

fantasy and reality; a boundary blended.

 

 Once again, we travel together-

For you are my best friend now and forever.