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Sonnet – Girl With Spiders

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A spider drifted down to meet my gaze,
her silken thread a trembling, silver line.
She paused as if to read my quiet ways,
and chose my open palm as though by sign.

Another circled softly through the air,
her tiny steps like questions seeking ground.
Their gentle presence moved with patient care,
a whispered rhythm neither lost nor sound.

How strange that small companions teach us more
than all the heavy lessons we rehearse;
that trust arrives in moments we ignore,
and kindness weaves its own unspoken verse.

They rested in my hand, so light and true;
and left me changed in ways I never knew.

Sonnet – A place stood for more than one minute

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I stood with both my feet upon the floor,
My coat still warm, my bag held in my hand.
The room exhaled; it did not ask for more
Than that I pause and simply, quietly stand.

The house grew audible in ways it will
When nothing moves and no one needs to speak.
The hinge, the clock, the dust suspended still
Made time feel wider as the moments leak.

In waiting, something loosened in my chest:
The need to rush, to answer, to be late.
The body learns what stillness does the best
How standing there becomes a form of fate.

Some truths arrive when we decide to stay:
That nothing breaks if we do not move away.

Sonnet – Something I Heard Today by Melisha (mmebluestocking.nl)

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December practice · sonnet & sketch


This December I’ve set myself a small, personal challenge:
to write one sonnet and make one pencil sketch each day.

It has been many years since I last worked seriously with sonnets, so I am listening carefully again, to meter, rhythm, and breath; learning as I go. I find myself enjoying the practice more than I expected: the slowness, the attention, the act of returning.

Each sonnet is paired with a pencil sketch, a quiet companion to the words.
If a line or image lingers, you are welcome to sit with it. Thank you for reading along this December.

Sonnet — Something I Heard Today

by Melisha

In our bed, with eyes still closed, I heard this sound. 

The sound of your breath moving near my ear.

My eyes stayed closed; I did not turn around.

Close to my heart, and never were you this near.

I felt the gratitude your simple ring brings.

There is no other place I wish to stay.

To have you this close feels like the best thing.

So here I lie until you go away.

Your breath is the song of your loving voice,

The part of you I love and care for long.

There is nowhere I would be by choice.

For every breath you take is love’s true song.

I hear your breath now louder deep in me.

Through all these years, it stays what it must be.

Sonnnet – After You

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by Melisha (mmebluestocking.nl)

I walk where once your laughter filled the air,
The rooms still lean toward echoes of your name.
Time moves, yet leaves your absence everywhere,
A quiet ache that nothing seems to tame.

I speak to you in thoughts I cannot send,
In pauses where your answer used to stay.
Though distance insists that all sweet things must end,
My heart refuses to give you away.

Grief bends me low, yet teaches how to stand,
To breathe inside the weight of what is gone.
Your love still steadies me, a gentle hand,
A light I carry when the nights drag on.

So if I live, I do so holding true:
That I am shaped forever; loving you.