A Sonnet Ode by poet Levi Kassinove
Ere the morning fog vanished,
By the hand of the golden sun,
Which rises betwixt London clouds,
Amber divinity, I was fated to meet.
Awoken by wanderlust, at 10 a.m.,
I trekked through blighted streets,
Gazing with ardent curiosity,
At the aquaponic garden surrounded by glass.
When my shackled palette,
Consanguineous with fog,
Entered its welkin doors ensconced in light,
Mine eyes fell upon machinery old and new.
T’was a Japanese iced o’ th’ Panama geisha stripe,
The amber sun unshackl’d my tongue.
For context: When I was in London, I had a Japanese-style iced coffee, made with Panama Geisha beans. Japanese-style iced coffee is when the barista pours the coffee directly over the ice as part of its mass, as opposed to the ice being added afterwards with no regard for the proportion between water and coffee. Geisha is a highly prized strain of coffee bean, and this particular variety was grown in Panama.
I’m going to do the classic poet thing and say that I broke the rules of a sonnet on purpose because I’m a genius.