Friday, December 11, 2009

Friday Flash: In Which The Bridge Gets Crowded

Sonneteer's note: this is the fifteenth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here, Part the Seventhuth here, Part the Octthhhh here , Part the Ninth here, Part the Tenth here , Part the Eleventh here, Part the Dodecothhh here, Lucky Number 13 here and go here for the Part the Fourteenth. Phew!

The Grokulator's bridge suddenly fills
With even more black figures. Pepi sees
A chorus line of ladies, gets the chills:
They're all Yectara, varying degrees
Of her at any rate; some have more flesh
Some less; one is all metal. And there's worse
As multiple Yectaras all get fresh
With multiple Pepitos; it's perverse!
But our boy is the only one who's scared,
So easy for our queen to find and calm.
And draw him to the party they've all shared
Whenever Field Maneuver Three's been called.
Meanwhile the cacogens in their own way
Deal with themselves while captains are at play.


  1. hats off to you. Mastering the sonnet will never make my top 40, but I'm glad for people like you who can!

  2. Thank you! This has been a really fun experiment. Within the formal limitations a lot of funky freedom is possible.

  3. I'm starting to dig on Field Maneuver Three.

  4. I wish I had skill to write sonnets. You are so clever!


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