“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!