To Sleep

For our poetry task this week we had to write a sonnet about sleep. Now, this seems like the easiest task we've had to do so far, but I felt it was actually the hardest! Apart from being about sleep we had to use old Romantic flowery language, which my lecturer had been moaning about and saying that we shouldn't use; so this was all very odd. However, I don't think I'm too good at this fluffy language and I actually prefer contempory. Oh well. Let's see how you think I did:

Sleep Sonnet

O my dearest sleep why do you desert me

When I desire your touch all through the night

Yet you leave me feeling so lost and so lonely

Still you tempt and you tease till the sunrise does light

My bed is my dungeon till you come to free me

Your feather light fingers swiftly pick at the lock

And my eyes start to flutter at the dreams I then see

But a jump, and a breath and I awake with a shock!

Alas, my dear sleep you are not one to please

I give up, I shan’t stay, I shall leave you indeed

But you’ll lure me right back with grace and with ease

And I’ll follow you willingly, I can’t even plead!

Though I know it will happen the very next day

I can’t help but enjoy these games you do play.