Wednesday, August 3, 2011
"Rounding Third": A Review
a Spenserian sonnet for Ann, Marilyn, Sylvia, Victoria,
and the Chenango River Theatre
The ball a sphere, a diamond all beside:
How straight the line to race, and player-aim!
From life-irregularity to hide,
A wife that died, a friend one feared to blame,
The lure of Brigadoon, the crying shame
Of piping over hills and far away,
The shoelace, Fury-tool, the fool of fame,
The farce-incarceration every day
By cellphone and the company-display
Of diligent subjection to the rule...
The baseball gem: how bright, but will it stay
A guiding light, or morph into a ghoul?
Though foes arose, a growing hope was heard
Resounding, for they'd found a rounding third.
--Martin Bidney, copyright 2011