It's only been two weeks since the last one and already a new Dekpa and Deborah is online. How did I do it? Well, actually I finished this chapter at the end of last year so I could turn it in as a final project for John Milton class. So as you may have guessed, the story returns to Deborah Milton and her famous father. I consider this chapter to be the end of Act One. Enjoy.
Twitter Sonnet #861
At gallop pencil ostriches collude.
We stitch fulfilled box cosies all the night.
We fain the yam's imploring vines intrude.
Enforced through reddish dust, the limeless light.
At rest, on tables, dancers change to knees.
Descending fog from quickened plants reveals.
The royal hair or heir supplants all needs.
Or sleds and parasols can break repeals.
A good deploy of pale parfait was met.
Attractive light has shown the pink of day.
A velvet coat has vanished in the bet.
With dandelion seeds the breeze will pay.
Our spinning sight of sea asserts again.
The winding thread at end will now begin.