Sonnet VI: Invocation

Pray now, defilers; pray there is no Hell;
For as you dredge all Greatness through the mire,
Yet fear your acts deserving of Its Fire,
Pray now, to quell this dread you cannot quell.

Pray now; then jeer and mock the Great to sell
Your squalid lie; equate your filth; conspire;
And crave Them all to die.  With shrill desire,
Pray now; deny this Pit that may untell
Your lie–exact Its Payment for your crime.

And I… will pray Its Fires to be true,
That you, the unredeemable, will rue
Its searing brand–unyielding–as you plead,
Demand discarded Grace to intercede,
And beg… and shriek… and burn… for all of time.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:


16 responses to “Sonnet VI: Invocation

    • Most kind. Apart from my sweetheart I have noticed that people are more reticent to comment upon these more intense offerings. I tend to receive more comments upon those entries dealing with matters of the heart.

      But even more, those sonnets dealing with rain tend to get the most activity, comments, &c.

      But thank you again. This is the newest one and last of the sequence of six dealing, more or less with the same topic. But regardless of topic, I am always most gratified when my entries are enjoyed.


    • I wonder if that might just be because people don’t know what to say. I always feel weird saying I liked something without following up and saying precisely why, but this touched me and I wanted to let you know, even if I couldn’t really articulate my feelings further.

      I first encountered sonnets in a British literature class back in 2004, when we were studying Shakespeare. I loved them. I love poetry in general, although I’ve tried to write my own, and have discovered that it’s not one of my strengths :-P


    • Yes, I believe you are correct. As far as poetry, or any other writing goes, and as I have commented on your “favourite books” post, Stephen Kings book, “On Writing,” shows us, rather than tells us that anyone can write if one gives it ones best effort and never gives up. Even if the writing in question is poetry–or any other form. Even if the writing is never intended to be for profit. Although… as Mr. King points out, the act of rejection is accompanied, after a long period of relentless submissions, by constructive commentary which helps one to see ones work from the outside. Work that does not experience this meta attention may still be brilliant though, even if a bit rough around the edges. I have become a real fan of certain self-publishing authors, and while one can often see the necessity of the input of a good editor, still the author’s storytelling ability is what is most important and most often shines through in spite of the lack of a professional hand with an angry red pen! : )

      Regarding sonnets, the type of this sequence of six is called “Italian” or sometimes “Petrarchan,” (after its inventor) The type you studied are named “Shakespearean” for the same reason and have a different (easier) rhyme-scheme.

      If you have any interest, I have taken it upon myself to write my own reflection of each of Shakespeare’s sonnets in a form which I call “Reverse Spenserian.” They read similarly to the Shakespearean scheme, but have a more stringent rule-set making them the equal of Petrarch’s Sonnets in overall difficulty or challenge. Here is a link (along with Shakespeare’s originals as introductions to them) there are only seven or eight or so thus far. I have of late wanted to return to this project and finish them all (154 in total : )

      They do not read in order at the present time–my apologies.


    • If a self publisher is doing his job properly, his work will still pass through more than one (real) editorial hand. Sadly, most self publishers don’t do this, and it shows.

      However, I’m noticing an interesting trend in self publishing. When self publishing wasn’t as common, people were able to get away with not producing quality professional work and still sell books, because the Kindle store was new, and people who were buying these books on Amazon didn’t have very many choices.

      But now that everyone and their mother has a novel to sell, that’s no longer the case. There’s a vast sea of options, so readers can be picky. Self publishers who didn’t already make a name for themselves are mostly unable to find real success (despite the flamboyent claims of e-book marketers to the contrary), and I believe that only those who demonstrate professional, well written, thoroughly edited work will ever be able to find a market for themselves. That’s my hope, anyway.

      I agree. If I were to spend enough time writing poetry, I think I could eventually pick it up and, if not write it well, at least write it competently. For now though, fiction is my passion, and that’s where I’ll be spending the majority of my time. But at some point in my life, I would like to return to poetry in more depth.

      And thank you for the link!


    • Thoughtful comments all! And I hope you enjoy the link if and when you have time.

      Also, please do not be shy with providing links of your own if there is something you might wish me to read. I do enjoy having things presented to me in this way, and it gives me more of a guided tour, so to speak, of an author’s work–a personal touch, if you will.


    • Yes, that is my real hair, although I’ve since cut it :) Oh, and in the interest of full disclosure, my real name is James. Jeff Coleman is a pen name. My first blog introduces me properly, and explains the reason for the pen name.


    • Very nice to make your acquaintance. I am, in fact, a David, however David Emeron is also a pen name. My real last name is not Smith; however it is doubtless far worse than Smith in the hands of a search engine : )


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