Un Caneton Heureux Poem by Titus Llewellyn

SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET

This snowflake illustration, have no doubt-
Appears as like-wise to a dying swan;
Let’s not deter for their sakes yield without
We'd purposefully put this scene upon.
I need to ask if all your dreams have died,
To reappear from feathers duly felt
Half cuddled to the next new ones supplied
If need be fetched for huddled softer svelte?
Assured! It’s no more, less conspicuous,
Than swans who’ve masqueraded idle wakes,
Who’d sell the dying theme as one immerse;
Too often seen, in lifeless path remakes.
To honour such a ballet known for pluck,
Could countless scorn begrudge a haughty duck.


ITALIAN SONNET

When there is much to gain than to mistake,
The swan, its entire dignitary, Bliss!
Reports of ducks preventing them all ‘this’,
Their rightful place to wade in half a lake.
Could sense of the denial be spared an ounce?
Resounding joy exhibiting this threat?
The judges would award them their rosette
An audience to whom one would announce!
I ask you, who’d participate in both,
For lake and field for furies sake shall act?
Diffusing matters more concerning blame
To whom it was infringed themselves I loathe! ‘
Tis not the lay of land that lakes retract,
But height from which the wiser word became.