This post is a preface to tomorrow's where I will be posting a sonnet sequence.
A while back Simon and I challenged one another to a sonnet throwdown (I can't remember which one of us started this whole thing). Originally, I challenged him to write a sonnet that had something to do with the vodka and symphonic metal he's always going on and on about, whereas after my initial post about driving the beer cart around the golf course this summer he challenged me to write a sonnet about beer and old men playing golf.
Okay, says I. Then, he has his "most epic contest" wherein he challenges readers to write short stories or poems on any of a whole list of subjects.
Because I can't turn my back on a challenge, I got it into my head that I would write a sequence of sonnets which would encompass all of the subjects from his contest plus the subjects he challenged me to write about.
So tomorrow I will be posting an 8-sonnet sequence which tells a story about: symphonic metal, vodka, writing, cycling, Scotland, tattoos, Simon, golf, beer, flirting, old men, and me.
When you read it, keep in mind that although I find sonnets fun and challenging, I am not a poet by trade. Some of the lines aren't strictly iambic pentameter, but rather variations, and some of the rhymes are a serious stretch. Overall, I was going for story and snark value over showing off my poetic chops (of which I really have none).
So, stay tuned tomorrow to read my epically silly sonnet sequence!