A Sonnet for the Solstice Child

18 Jan

Oh shadow upon me, as a steel gate

Keeps a fountain frozen longing for spring; 

In darkness, with the light’s promise, I wait

for the rising sun on new mornings’ wings.


Seeds, beneath ice, reject deaths history

In a mind’s aging place of well tilled soil;

Hands, cold and crossed, holding joy’s poverty

In prayer, for passing summer’s last spoils.


Each day in lengthy dour to silver night, 

A child, my youth, an ember in my heart;

Awakens in warmth beyond blackened light,

To await creation’s surprising spark;


Welcoming the ‘morrow’s  guest to arrive,

With gate left unlocked, for the solstice child.


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31 responses to “A Sonnet for the Solstice Child

  1. Mary

    January 18, 2015 at 8:36 am

    You have outdone yourself in this one, ZQ. Excellent and meaningful sonnet.


  2. jovisgoes

    January 18, 2015 at 8:43 am

    This is outstanding work. Thank you.


  3. wolfsrosebud

    January 18, 2015 at 8:58 am

    what a neat setting you’ve given us here… loved the feel of it… very prayerfully done


  4. brian miller

    January 18, 2015 at 9:11 am

    nicely done on the form…
    the awaiting creations spark is def the line that was my fav…


  5. dsnake1

    January 18, 2015 at 10:33 am

    a beautiful sonnet, my friend.
    that’s a stunning first line. oh, the weight of longing (for lost youth?). 🙂


  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    January 18, 2015 at 1:29 pm

    a wonderful sonnet.. the solstice child.. what a great image.


  7. Sherry Blue Sky

    January 18, 2015 at 2:22 pm

    One of your very finest, my friend. I so love the gate left open for the solstice child.


  8. scotthastiepoet

    January 18, 2015 at 2:45 pm

    I agree with Sherry – just what I was going to say, ZQ – truly one of your finest – a very [owerful and yet tended and illuminating write – very touching and spoke to my soul – thank you… With Best Wishes Scott


  9. gillena

    January 18, 2015 at 2:54 pm

    the new day wooed with the hope of Spring’s warmth and freshness, a lovely sonnet indeed

    Have a nice Sunday

    much love…


  10. Susan

    January 18, 2015 at 2:59 pm

    How neat to bless the womb of that waiting seed–whatever it may be that keeps it warm and ready for the increase of the light!


  11. Kim Nelson

    January 18, 2015 at 3:57 pm

    Ohhh!!! LOVE this! Life and death and all that’s in-between. Those things we consider when winter-bound and of-an-age.


  12. Gabriella

    January 18, 2015 at 4:06 pm

    A great sonnet, ZQ! A child holds so much promise.


  13. Donna@Living From Happiness

    January 18, 2015 at 5:26 pm

    Fabulous sonnet ZQ, as we ‘await creation’s surprising spark’ and the Solstice Child.


  14. Loredana Donovan

    January 18, 2015 at 5:28 pm

    Such beautiful imagery and meaning! 🙂


  15. totomai

    January 18, 2015 at 5:29 pm

    a poem for the hopeful. thanks for this.


  16. Hannah Gosselin

    January 18, 2015 at 8:18 pm

    I love the play of light and cosmos – innocence and rebirth…an evocative piece indeed.


  17. Grace

    January 18, 2015 at 8:30 pm

    Admiring the sonnet specially: To await creation’s surprising spark ~


  18. nan

    January 18, 2015 at 8:39 pm

    Beautiful. I read and re-read these lines especially:

    A child, my youth, an ember in my heart;
    Awakens in warmth beyond blackened light,

    They are full of emotion. Great write.


  19. Mama Zen

    January 18, 2015 at 8:44 pm

    Absolutely lovely!


  20. Poet Laundry

    January 18, 2015 at 9:25 pm

    Wow, ZQ! Excellent.


  21. Suyash_J

    January 19, 2015 at 2:14 am

    The solistice child is such lovely imagery


  22. frederick anderson

    January 19, 2015 at 3:29 am

    I think that is the most evocative piece of poetry I have read in many, many years. Thank you.


  23. frederick anderson

    January 19, 2015 at 3:33 am

    Reblogged this on Frederick Anderson and commented:
    From ZoralinQ’s blog, and very much my kind of poetry –


  24. Cressida

    January 19, 2015 at 8:45 am

    A beautiful spiritual sonnet.


  25. Kerry O'Connor

    January 19, 2015 at 8:46 am

    I appreciate the time and art in the writing of a sonnet and this is a most beautiful piece. Each quatrain is finely-balanced and the couplet is so good. Loved it.


  26. humbird

    January 19, 2015 at 2:48 pm

    I love the ‘morning wings’, and anticipation of sunrise, amber in the heart; open gate can wait until we have what to say and uplift all others ~ neat sonnet, ZQ


  27. jae rose

    January 20, 2015 at 5:56 am

    What a sense of reverence and tradition…totally captivating


  28. glmeisner

    January 20, 2015 at 7:07 am

    Great poem, very captivating in the flow and meaning.


  29. janakinagaraj

    January 20, 2015 at 12:17 pm

    Always HOPE for the wonderful tomorrow…nice sonnet.


  30. Locomente

    January 23, 2015 at 3:38 pm

    Brilliant… Hope matters!


  31. kelvin s.m.

    January 26, 2015 at 8:53 am

    Very interesting! I have enjoyed. the entire exchanging of words.



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