“An Appeal to Autumn” in Rhyme Royal

Last September (apparently September 11th) I was assigned to write a poem of entreaty in a style called Rhyme Royal for my Chaucer literature class. If anyone living in the Midwest remembers, September was an unseasonably hot month, following the singed wake of a drought-ridden summer. I wrote this in my non-air-conditioned dorm room…

 

“An Appeal to Autumn”

 

There is nothing quite as hot as the Sun

That glares above us in the azure sky,

Baking the world in his conveccioun

Till all the Earth is both withered and dry.

I fear that I will most certainly die.

Lady Death I won’t be able to cheat.

She’ll claim my life in this confounded heat.

 

Needless to say it is not very fun

When September feels like it’s still July.

Here we are on September ten and one

And yet college students you may espy

With their Pam and spatulas they may fry

Bacon and eggs out of doors on the street

As consequence of this infernal heat!

 

It’s too hot to breathe, let alone to run!

It’s too hot to stay cool; don’t even try!

I am tempted, beckoned by a nail gun

To cease my strife with a bolt through mine eye.

I will write home and bid my love goodbye

And so Lady Death I will gladly greet

If it means escape from this hellish heat!

 

Dear Autumn, my patience is nearly gone

What with the Fahrenheit climbing so high.

When will this Indian summer be done?

Surely much more mild temp’ratures are nigh?

Is the crisp, cool Autumn somewhere nearby?

She’ll kiss Earth with her lips so fresh and sweet

And thus she’ll end this Godforsaken heat!

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