Chapel Rice

At dVerse, today, the prompt is to write a Pop Sonnet. That is…take a pop song and re-write it as a sonnet. I’ll leave it to my readers to guess which song I used.

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A lass doth gather rice from chapel floor
And vainly dreams of her own wedded bliss
Her face is false when she steps out her door
And all her strivings surely go amiss

A vicar scribbles words to speak to none
For there are naught who care to hear his speech
He mendeth clothing at the set of sun
What careth he when hope’s beyond his reach?

Within the church that poor lass met her death
and Vicar spake his words to none but she
Perhaps he thought that he had wasted breath
The only one who heard him preach was he

Why are there those who find they’re all alone
and might they ever hope to find a home?

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14 thoughts on “Chapel Rice

  1. What a wonderful version of Eleanor Rigby, Bryan! I love it! I once wrote a short story based on that song. Maybe we should all have a go at a Beatles song some time!

  2. Wow, Kim got it again. Bryan, your sonnet stands alone — I can feel it deeply without knowing the song. In fact, your sonnet just made the Beatles tune (thanx to Kim) much more meaningful. Thank you!

  3. Such an oustanding sonnet and this is my favorite part:

    A vicar scribbles words to speak to none
    For there are naught who care to hear his speech
    He mendeth clothing at the set of sun
    What careth he when hope’s beyond his reach?

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