Welcome to the world of John Boase sonnets!
Close friends celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary. The husband asked me for a sonnet.
Wedding Anniversary
by John Boase
2004
My darling Jenny, can it really be
That we were married forty years ago?
I swear you are more beautiful to me
Than when you walked the aisle, your face aglow.
School sweethearts, we were meant to share our life,
Head over heels in love, we knew we'd wed;
At twenty-two I took you for my wife,
And carried you with passion to our bed.
We've reared four children, followed our careers,
Led busy lives, known times both smooth and rough;
We've shared elation, satisfaction, tears,
Our love has kept us strong when things got tough.
Two grandkids now, a lovely girl and boy,
A new fulfilment for us to enjoy.
The husband had this framed for his wife and visitors to read. It takes pride of place in their home.
The next sonnet arose from a chance conversation in a bar at Melbourne Airport. A young American had become smitten by an Aussie girl he had met. I suggested he send her a sonnet of proposal, an idea that worked out well for him.
A Proposal of Marriage
by John Boase
2006
I'm sending this proposal from the air,
From QANTAS 301, direct LA;
At thirteen thousand metres I declare
That I will cherish, honour and obey.
I cannot think of anything but you!
You've taken over body, soul and mind!
I'm sending this, encouraged by the crew,
Proposing that our lives should be entwined.
How fortunate I feel that we have met!
Dear god how droll, an airport taxi line!
We shared a cab, sweet Jill I can't forget
Your wit, your laugh, your eyes, your smile divine.
I'll ring you - please say yes! - from my hotel,
Please transport me to heaven from this hell.
I wrote the next sonnet for a couple who have everything. I chose to write it to their beloved Russian terrier, enclosing a picture of Sophie and her canine friend Matilda. The couple had never received a present like it! They had sonnet and picture framed for their magnificent home. Visitors comment on it constantly.
Thanks for a Wonderful Time
by John Boase
2006
Dear Sophie, Russian belle, how's it with you?
We really did enjoy your company
In lovely Stowe, and what a stunning view!
Could there be more exquisite scenery?
In Mattie you have such a lively friend!
We watched you romp and gambol in the snow;
Such energy the two of you expend!
You race about, you never seem to slow.
Please give our thanks to Michael and to Jane,
(You have them living with you, we perceive);
Their hospitality will long remain,
We shared their world and didn't want to leave.
When to this sunny clime they choose to roam,
They'll be most welcome in our Aussie home.
What does one give a dear friend on her 60th? Answer: a sonnet crafted for her.
To Rus on her 60th
by John Boase
2005
Congenial, a sparkling zest for life,
A twinkle always present in her eye;
Successful teacher, loving mum and wife,
Her ageing she continues to defy.
By birth a Brit but we've forgiven her,
Acknowledging she didn't have a choice;
Though with an Aussie accent we prefer
The warmth of her alluring, sexy voice.
Enthusiastic walker, fit and svelte,
Each Christmas in 'Messiah' she is heard;
Compassionate, injustice keenly felt,
Perceptive, shrewd yet feisty when she's stirred.
Enjoy your birthday celebration, Rus,
Best wishes, love, dear friend, from both of us.
And now to something totally different, just to show how widely applicable the sonnet is. I wrote this sonnet at the request of an old friend who had recently lost his wife to cancer. He sat and talked to me of her then spontaneously asked me to put his feelings into words for him, hence this sonnet which he treasures.
My Sweet, Sweet Love
by John Boase
2001
I laid my love to rest the other day,
In prime of life, she was too young to go;
I loved that woman! Nothing that I say
Could ever hope to tell the grief I know.
It's like I've turned into an empty shell,
There's emptiness where feelings used to be;
A solitary, lonely, private hell,
A void of nothingness, futility.
At night the bed is cold, I cannot sleep,
Familiar things in turmoil in my mind;
I miss the steady sound of breathing deep,
The warmth of loving bodies close entwined.
Earth freshly turned, bird songs, the blooms of spring,
My sweet, sweet love, you were my everything.
