Poetry

Machete

This is a Petrarchan sonnet. We did sonnets mostly and this form of sonnet follows an ABBA ABBA CDECDE or ABBA ABBA CDCDCD structure. 

This one is about something that I've lost. Believe it or not, I, or more specifically my family, have lost a machete before. They have an allotment, (well, two actually), and a machete is really useful for harvesting, but we lost it one day and while we have been able to work around it, we still can't find it. Don't know where it's gone. 

So here it is: 

Butternut squash stands prickly on the ground

Sitting there proudly, waiting for the chop

The biggest products of this summer's crop

The blade cuts through the stem without a sound

We leave the allotment tools left around

We cut off the butternut squash's top

Upside down, it turns as its insides drop

But now, the blade is nowhere to be found.

To this day we still continue to look

With snippers we struggle to make the cut

Without it, far too long the harvest took

That machete left us in such a rut

Yes, it wasn't exactly by the book

And no! It's not even in the tool hut.