Two poem revisions

For my Poetry class final I had to revise two poems that I had written during term (for the class) and hand in my revisions. I chose the sonnet I had written, in the hopes of making it feel not so plain and archaic and boring (as I was assured it was during the workshop on it), so I added the dead coming back to life. Spring is the season of rebirth, after all. The other poem is a bit on the past and the future and lobsters.

Sonnet for April Showers

April rains dripping and drizzling to earth,

Soaking flowerbeds down to bulbs and roots,

Reviving the world after Winter’s dearth,

Nourishing tender vibrant green new shoots.

Reaching out their fingers and toes for rain,

Stretching through the damp earth to drink their fill.

Winter falls to sunbright trumpet peals again,

pushing up, soil is not as strong as will.

Bursting again to life and air and light,

withered hands and fleshless faces reaching,

Spring brings both the undead and flowers bright,

pushing up daisies, no hope in preaching.

Grudge not the rains that fall to earth today,

But beware the graveyards and tombs in May.

Lobsters

We once worked as cooks

            drowning screaming lobsters

in boiling Jacuzzis

until they glowed cherry red

            pale sweet meat inside perfect bodies.

I was a twiggy girl

            playing with fresh caught

            giant bugs, burgundy and shiny.

into the bath quick.

            It screamed, jumped

            out of the pot, scuttled blindly off the dock

                        into the sea.

I wanted a pet

            and a meal, lobster tail

so sweet and tender,

will my burgundy pets turn red and

But there are no more lobster tails,

            no Sunday bakes on the docks any more.

The seas boiled away and

            cooked them all at once.

Killed them all,

killed us all,

                        screaming.