Exceptional an experiment in phonetic flow Tunnel Busting by SimianSavant Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry

An echo through the meadow mist goes round The early bird arises in the dawn Awaking frozen dreamers with her sound As from their earthly troubles they are drawn I see the robin sawing to and fro Dismember, slurp and swallow every part Return to every nestling to bestow A menu seldom offered à la carte Her magic meadow music melts my mind I think upon the earthworms and I cry Each ravished by her reddened raptor kind When flooded tunnels force them up to die When wiggly worms win rights they may opine To ban the birds from bombing Palestine Recognized Author Notes I wrote a sonnet once, about 25 years ago. This was written as an exercise to amplify phonic flow in a sonnet as much as possible. Folks are welcome to draw their own political conclusions. I did not start writing this with political intent; the analogy emerged as I approached the conclusion. Image from birdsandblooms.com

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