On Jamaican Bay
On Jamaican Bay The ire, like fire, in mortal hearts is bred, And like a hawk he swooped with wrath to claim; Her single slip of tongue stirred sudden dread, A tiny fault that rose to thunder’s flame. A creature small, yet loud as oceans roar, She cried, though tears like pearls adorned her face; For anger flares, then cools, as waters pour, And laughter soft may banish all disgrace. A flower famed for smiles she bloomed again, Disdaining bitterness that storms impart; She waited long till vesper graced the plain Of Jamaican bays, with calmness in her heart. She whispered forth her plea in timid air— None sorrowed then—all rejoiced to see her fair. ----- Affaq #SonnetPoetry #LyricalPoetry