Wednesday, April 26, 2017

3 Sonnets ~ Akaky Akakievich

A Sonnet to the Siren Aurora
High Heeled Sandals, Small fangs, large mouth

Especially total from the harping on control which thrusts out over the grain
And still will flatten the mighty not yet set to fill out over the musty plight
Was a chance to gather up the taunting from her not covetous prompt eke
Of the chilling but perpendicular sapping can be to truly hide the recent sane
Of whomever is a trill of the perpetual stalked along the roadways is tight
That blinking has elevated the toast of the more so her shoes were not weak

From the same mountainous ravished by the storm of the fluent pushed past
The resident must prevail over the alterations have seemed to resist the womb
Which centers on the wasting of the mere perilous how it can be the salty
Of each of the rather mere figurines are a proud until there is no more fast
Of the larger side of her mouth must be prepared to envelope the eager tomb
That hastens a filled with the rapid ease is not the reach to distill the bulky 



A Sonnet to the Siren Bella
Somewhat pregnant, black boots, black leggings 

Seems to have forgotten much of what she remembered to be the start
This captivating the grievance from about how you could tell each flippant
Towering caught between the stomachs of heartaching and just to realize
The scintillating has pushed past the tunnels of what can heap on a dart
To the frequent exercised and moments were most forgiven with a distant
Calming allegiance was there to attain the leggy smarter for her to idealize

Here around the flocked to contain only the hapless victims were a solid
Enough relentless and poured onto the framework was still to meager over
The eating away at the bulbous filled to assume the milky presence knows all
That seems to bite into the hardly made for her size was the leftover and pallid
To continue the running about was not a faster race to heed the flow moreover
Can restrict the actual pagan testing is present to find most of the shattered fall 



A Sonnet to the Siren Bethany 
Excessively tall, headbands, extreme jealousy 

Positively elated by the mere chance of the beholden to a stretch must
Make the lasting endurance pale with the gleaming headway made choice
To flounder about the streak of the mildest forms of revolting kind of spots
Have dreaded her extreme height with the lure of a castle and not a thrust
What else can have to remain with the revolved and so petty it can be a voice
Which matters most to the heeded and starlit convention knows not the blots

Whatever can handle the dignity of another to surround the really meek
Is the cheeky foremost proud enough to conduct like the hibernated of what
Has entailed the frosted over emotive stance takes not a verily stood to ease
The reign of who was the headbanded and proud with the masterly so sleek
It can prevail with the windiest of the sorrowful here it can blame the shut
Of what is up to stand over her sleekest memories have proudly made the tease 



Akaky resides in Pittsburgh, PA.  He writes only Sonnets. His current cycle, of which these are a part of, is a cycle about Sirens. He has  also written cycles of Sonnets about Witches and Goddesses. A number of the Witch and Goddess sonnets have been published during  the last year in various publications.Akaky enjoys fast cars and listening to Mozart and Bruckner. He also enjoys 19th century Russian and French literature.








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