Sonnet 31

by Thomas Davis

Outside winds howled with snow and bitter cold.
The phone rang: “Mrs. Davis?” asked a girl.
She sounded frightened. “Yes?” Her voice controlled,
too soft, the girl said, “Kevin…” Strong emotions swirled
into the howling of the storm, the cold, the snow.
“I’m scared,” she said at last. His mother caught her breath.
He’s hours away, she thought. It’s twenty-five below.
The roads are ice. This is a night for death.
“I’ll wait here with him, but you have to come.”
No cars were on the road that late at night.
She crawled across the miles, the constant drum
of howling winds accentuating fright

that made her fierce when, shaken, stunned,
she put her arms around her struggling son.

21 Comments

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21 responses to “Sonnet 31

  1. I like it very much, make me feel vulnerable myself, which of course, we all are.

  2. Anna Mark

    Hmmn…as I read this one…my body broke out in chills. Back when I was dealing with cancer, I walked through a blizzard to speak with my surgeon because everything was closed. This poem reminds me of that day, the fear, and aslo the grandeur of life. Beautiful.

    • Sometimes, Anna, it takes courage to deal with life. Surviving cancer is a test of courage. Your poetry has the spirit of what you have gone through, and that’s really, really good. Tom

  3. Caddo Veil

    As usual, these poems make me feel that I’m there–right there.

  4. wordsfallfrommyeyes

    Very vivid, and I feel the tune. I can’t do poetry. Like it though, when I can picture it.

  5. Thomas, this sonnet is very evocative, emotive, reads easily (without the restriction that the rhythm of the sonnet can bring), and strikes through the mask of the reader! So well forged in words, the feelings forged by such a night as you describe.

  6. Hello..Thank you for the ‘like’. Poignant and deep. Have you read ‘The Highwayman’ by Alfred Noyes..Great Britain..great stuff..enormously popular..I read something in your work here akin to that great poem..I think it is faith in love..Peace Tony 🙂

    • When I was younger “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes was arguably my favorite poem. The music of it still haunts me and, of course, the atmospherics. I suspect that it provided one of the many influences that have gone into the style of what I write today.

  7. I could feel the emotion, the fear, the grief, and a mother’s fierce determination to be there. Makes me want to send a hug across the miles…. to both of you.

  8. Well told, you certainly are skilful at writing sonnets.

  9. A wonderful sonnet, and chilling to boot.

  10. This is so powerful.

    And so beautifully written that I was right there with you – I can still feel a shiver

    David

  11. a powerful write…it took me back to two winter mornings (mournings) when I received calls, where the weight of the voice was all I needed to hear to know what I wished not to understand. Deeply sorry for your loss. I’ve visited your son’s website and flicker account; his mind and spirit brought beauty, even when writing, not poetry, but code. ~

  12. That fierceness of love is what sustains us through terrible fears – it makes us brave to deal with that which we have to. Your poem makes me think of my mother, who cared for my father when he was dying – always with patience and calm – and then she would get in the shower and howl out her grief where he couldn’t hear her

  13. This is profoundly moving, Tom. I’ve read it through several times.

  14. Another beautifully constructed sonnet – I’m intrigued by your reference to ‘The Highwayman’ because this piece, for me, has the narrative flow of a ballad: I’m really impressed by the way you’ve created such a sense of urgency and immediacy within the strictures of the sonnet form. It’s also very moving. A great write.

  15. It’s very hard to tell a powerful story in verse with subtlety. I feel that you have sat on this for a long time waiting. Thank you. It’s a gentle lead. It saddens, and hurts, but it is no accident.

  16. Ron Ireland

    I admire the power of feeling that transcends the form.

  17. I know that mother, I have made that journey along the icy roads of anguish to a suffering son. Your sonnet speaks to the depth of my being.

  18. Visually took me right to the heart of a mothers love that knows no bounds.

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