I am writing a long sequence of sonnets that will see publication in 2023. I thought it might be fun to share some of them in advance.
A sonnet is included below, along with an audio recording of me reading it.
Pilgrimage We set off before first light the pre-dawn drive straining the eye. Numbed by pulsing headlights, my sight tried to race ahead, to preview the majesty of the village beneath the hill, a return to a bygone age where all we imagined remained there still. It was a pilgrimage even if we struggled in the car and travelling wasted too much of the day. "That’s just the way things are" you said. We were about halfway stopping for lunch at noon already resigned to our returning far too soon.
Ian Gouge - Writer 