Rain Beneath Authority
falling the crown and silence it’s the the has everything
to all the day now pour accepts them the miles
eyeless fills gone a tiles on me substitute i’ve the
beguiled tumbles syncopated help stumbles town a strong like you
don’t has and i me will sky drowned the my
so away hear been be streets absence been ghost washing
the i people how song gaze rain wrong the wet
away crying while for down your for know will gone
empty the a song water long keeps now drumming perhaps
rain beneath authority missing of rain grey for the rain
no water of of rules on your life
Sources:
A cut up of Perhaps The Water, a Petrachian Sonnet by Neil Willcox first published in voidspace Volta issue, March 2024 (https://voidspacezine.com/perhaps-the-water/)
Neil Willcox has family from Stratford-Upon-Avon, home of Shakespeare, so writing a Petrachian sonnet seems almost disgraceful. His poetry has previously appeared in voidspace, Pink Plastic House, Mookychick and Twist In Time and is forthcoming in Corvid Queen. He can be found online at nightofthehats.blogspot.com, on twitter as @neil_will and on bluesky as @neilwillcox.bsky.social