Bjorn at dVerse tonight is talking about that wonderful poetic device, the volta – I suppose “about face” describes it. Long ago I wrote a sonnet called Viva la Volta, which I can’t find anywhere. A couple of years ago it was turned into a Rondeau for dVerse, and you’ll find it here. I’d like to write a new one, but my poetic oomph seems to have deserted me of late, so here’s another oldie which is one of my favourites. It has a very distinct sestet volta.
Night thoughts – a Petrarchan Sonnet
As I was lying in my cosy bed
I thanked the Lord for giving me such warmth,
and shelter from the havoc of the storm
in comfort in my hilltop home. I said
my prayers of gratitude as aforesaid.
Thankfulness for bounty is the norm
for every caring person, to transform
a grumpy-guts to happy bunny. Instead
of self-congratulation, thoughts of others
who do not have the haven of a home—
of prisoners of conscience, dispossessed,
or orphans cruelly deprived of mothers,
of people tyrannised, oppressed, alone—
aroused my anger, would not let me rest.