|La Rose du Malmaison, Jean-Louis Victor Viger, 1866: the Empress Josephine, with her ladies (oh, and that guy.)|
Trois Années du Bloggerie
An Italian Sonnet
Josephine made a garden most curious and rare
and regardless of how it enraged her swart spouse
to spend his wargold on a rundown country house
she caused every manner of rose to be brought there,
with kangaroos and emus and black swans in her care
with flowers and llamas and the occasional trained mouse,
while stoves warmed the fragile and wild in her greenhouse.
There she lived until she lived no more, and all was fair.
Three years ago, another feral high flier
came to enliven the shabby bare blogosphere’s domain
with a garden of wild words only she can reveal
where we walk in delight amid blossoms of fire
always watching our backs when we hit the refrain
for it’s not only emus the shadows conceal.
Congratulations, Shay, on three years at the
okay, so I made up the mouse...sonnets are hard, I tell ya...