Risk a Verse: A Year in Daily Sonnets by Libby Weber

Deeply touched and THRILLED by Lorrie’s kind words about my Snape sonnet!

Lorrie Kim

The Prince

From squalid soil a shriveled sapling sprang,

Which grew into a convoluted tree,

Whose listless leaves from blackened branches hang,

And twisted shape compels the birds to flee.

It gives no shade or succor to the tired,

And bears no fruits or flowers on its limbs.

Abhorrence and disquiet it inspires,

Except in those who offer it a hymn.

For though the tree fell many seasons past,

In falling, it rev...