Shall the Gods Deign to Give Us Hope?

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pantheon of gods Who deign to gift to us the soothing salve Which flies around above as gentle swarm Yet just too high to pollinate the mobs Like voices whispering we cannot have Reprieve above the crests away from harm</p><p id="779b"><a href="undefined">Josie Elbiry</a>, 2021</p><p id="8dad">This is a weighty prompt and one we will all interpret in either the positive or the negative. Here are two responses which inspired me to write, particularly in a sonnet form.</p><p id="9b3e"><a href="undefined">William J Spirdione</a></p><div id="4cfd" class="link-block"> <a href="https://wjspirdione.medium.com/hope-for-the-asking-da88643d882f"> <div> <div> <h2>Hope for the Asking</h2> <div><h3>A sonnet</h3></div> <div><p>wjspirdione.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div>

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A Petrarchan Sonnet in response to the prompt: Hope

A lonely boat in quiet distant sound A bashful friend who seldom comes when called Waters underground touch the mantle, scald Bursting the crust volcanic hope abounds

To longing hearts that beat and dream and pound Along with rhythms ancient, cities walled Impenetrable is hope, at times appalled That castaways should grovel on the ground

Unreachable, the pantheon of gods Who deign to gift to us the soothing salve Which flies around above as gentle swarm Yet just too high to pollinate the mobs Like voices whispering we cannot have Reprieve above the crests away from harm

This is a weighty prompt and one we will all interpret in either the positive or the negative. Here are two responses which inspired me to write, particularly in a sonnet form.