a study toward sonnet #114 by FisherKingKQJ
We bore hyacinths in the blonde creels,
We warbled psalms of unrequited love,
I, Sappho, plucked a lyre, their choral peals
Seemed wafted by the peacock fan above
My head, then Julia's voice began to rove
A lovers' spat as diffuse as white sand.
In the pomegranate and oleander cove
We cavorted, skinnydipped, our play spanned
The cloudless afternoon, then as I'd planned
We repaired to Elektra's villa at dusk,
We mingled for the saturnalia unmanned
The scent of rosemary and women's musk.
Under cliffs of jonquil and anenome
We floated in the weightless cobalt sea.
{3D interactive chorus:}
Under cliffs of jonquil and anenome.
Under cliffs of jonquil and hyacinth.
Under cliffs of jonquil and rose.