Cassandra

In the morning your ship will be sailing
Prepared by your father to whisk you safe
Watch the silicone city understanding
As the people flee the enemy in haste

Now that the last bloody day is dawning
You suffer your secrets within your heart
For none would listen to words of warning
O Cassandra, it is time to depart

Into the fair skies you rocket up
Away from the death you have forseen
In orbit, solar sails prepare to cup
waves of photon energy by machine

Sorry Cassandra, we did not believe
We only saw it as dreams you would weave

Sonnet by Wendy Van Camp
Illustration by Wendy Van Camp

I am known for my scifaiku poetry, but I’ve been experimenting with longer poetry forms lately.  The sonnet is a classic poetry form.