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Selected winning sonnets from Maria W. Faust Sonnet Competition (08/07/2013)
Laureat’s Choice (one of 10 winners)

“Late Summer”

John Chernega; Winona, Minn.

Where shrill cicadas hiss their Sunday hymns

And sanguine sumac dapples sedge and spruce

He drops the onyx berries from their stems

Into a bulging bag stained red with juice

Where pools of shadow grow along the vale

She strokes her belly, eyes the sinking sun

His long arms reach through patches on the trail

They pluck and eat the berries one by one

He murmurs they could venture further in

But she has cast her eyes back to the gate

She passes him a napkin for his chin

“Too late for that,” she says. “It’s much too late”

She shudders at a cold September wind

They leave the berries growing at trail’s end.

Winner: Best Winona Area Sonnet

“An Invitation”

Robert Libera; Winona, Minn.

If you’re of mind to sail the flowing Nile,

See fair Verona, ancient Roman square

Or fairyland or some enchanted isle

Let Shakespeare’s magic verses fly you there,

Where characters, born of his brain and heart,

May speak in gentle tones or shout in rage,

Where tyrant, lover, king so plays his part

As if to prove that ‘all the world’s a stage’

And where the author treats the audience

That’s come to view the acting of his play

To language, famous for its eloquence

To stunning lines that take your breath away.

So

‘Lend me your ears’ and come, come one and all

to the Great River Shakespeare Festival.

Finalist: Best Sonnet by a Teenager

“Nightmare”

Claire Lehnert; Eugene, OR

She lays her head down, eyelids flutter closed

Alluring shadows: Back and forth they creep

Her thoughts – her very consciousness – exposed

Her breathing slows and then she falls asleep.

Imagination sparks and come slight

Night’s depth sets in as dreams augment her mind

She’s soaring up to reach the highest height

She’s floating, flying, leaving earth behind

When vivid storm clouds send her crashing down

And darkness ravages her peaceful trance

And thunder threatens to sweep in and drown

Her in a dark and ghastly nighttime dance

She wakens to the sound of her own scream

And softly whispers, “It was just a dream”. 

 

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