The Visitation–Sonnet

When misty twilight shifts to midnight black

then I fear to hear her mournful sighing

outside the window, cries of “bring me back”–

whispers first, but then intensifying.


Who is this spirit whose cries so haunt me?

What darkness of the soul fights through the night,

flutters about a flame as if to plea,

fleeing as dawn awakes, sheds rosy light,


wondrous–I see but her ghostly image

in her darkling visitations to me,

confusing, the purpose of the scrimmage

of our spirits, hers dead, but not set free.


Still, now I know when next she comes again

the light will fade for me–not why, but when.


For dVerse, where Björn has asked us to write a sonnet. I find sonnets very difficult to write. This one follows the Shakespearean rhyme scheme, and I hope the meter, too, but with an added twist of gothic sensibility.




47 thoughts on “The Visitation–Sonnet

  1. its dark and mysterious, yes my first thoughts were Mary Shelly out with a candle – it is a stirring sonnet Merril. I do wonder if using more than one syllable for the ending rhyme disrupts the flow? like in your first quartet, sighing and intensifying…just a comment as i read it seemed a mouthful…if you permit me to say!!

  2. The title got me excited as soon as I read it and I love the ghostly story you tell, Merril, which reminds me of Wuthering Heights and Cathy’s ghost at the window.
    I love the shift in the light in the opening line, whispers to sighs and cries, and the rhyming couplet is chilling.

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