Author: Alfsigesey PM
Shakespearean Sonnet. AnchoritemAnchoressf: A person who chose to withdraw from society and live out the remainder of their life in prayer and meditation. They were declared dead by the rest of the world in order to ensure solitude.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Drama - Words: 118 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-24-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2454246
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Last night I was a wanton Anchoress,
In a stone and bone cathedral, in Rome.
Haven't seen death since I played him in chess,
But I felt him close, in my new chalk home;
Hiding between flesh and stained-glass windows,
Mercy of a cross and a ticking clock.
I walked slowly down the candle-lit rows,
"Depart, Sister," the priest gave me a shock,
As he led me to my own funeral.
Not dead, but an Anchoress, I was shown,
To a room behind an icy stone wall.
For my whole life I was to wait alone,
Could I devote my life to prayer and song?
Cage me and maybe I'll do nothing wrong.