Another sonnet I wrote a couple months ago for school...
Secreted away 'neath cedar chest lid,
Enwrapped in linen and newspaper folds,
A girlhood tradition preserved of old
Keeps hopes of future days patiently hid.
Both the box and latch are strongly secure:
A well-guarded heart steeled from scorning eyes.
It assumes the unobtrusive disguise,
Innocence of dreams protected and pure.
Treasured love letters worn from countless reads
Tucked 'twixt the folds of a white wedding gown
Infuse the cloth with a shy, sweet perfume.
Oh for the days when these hopes shall be freed,
The padlock removed, the heartstrings unbound,
And the dried crimson roses once more will bloom.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2014
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