The Sign on my Door [sonnet]
When all the earth moves under Cupid’s bow
convulsively creating waves which chime
with cataclysmic cadences of flow
(in spite of visions loomingly sublime) —
When riotous eruptions shake the core
of every quaking atom’s dance of love
and aftershocks resound against my door
(the threshold to the threatening skies above) —
Then I (who swore to halt all hurricanes
and keep all raging fires in control)
in my unyielding tower can remain
or let the deluge thunder through my soul.
The tremors round my being do reverb;
the sign hung on my door says “Please Disturb!”
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 