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Love Gone Wrong

by on February 18, 2015

He never had said why he left the Corps.

Some thought it was because it didn’t pay.

He might have just got tired of the war;

The endless fight; new evil every day.

But Stamper wasn’t tired, didn’t care

That pay was somewhat less than it could be.

It wasn’t just that thing with Alistair;

It wasn’t just the coup on Magel Three.

It’s her; just her; Natasha Hammersmith

An otter whose eyes shone star-fusion bright;

She’d pleaded: could he wait, or take her with?

He could not, so he left her late one night.

And so he wasn’t there next afternoon,

When someone dropped a comet on her moon.

This story features characters from The Angel and the Space Otter. It also comes by request of Meg, who wanted Mr. Stamper in a sonnet. Also, I was somewhat morbidly inspired by an episode from Babylon Five where an alien superpower uses asteroids to bomb a planet and just about kill everyone on it. It was a dramatic episode, and a powerful scene. This is also another attempt at a sonnet for Yeah Write’s poetry slam. My sonnets, so far, seem to involve apocalyptic disasters. I wonder why that is?

  1. I like how you were able to advance your story while still keeping within the constraints of the sonnet form. And the way you used the couplet to drop the bombshell (so to speak) was perfect.

  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock permalink

    This is so perfect in every way.

  3. Michael! Brilliant! I can’t even imagine how you managed this but it is extremely impressive. I am quite sure it is the only sonnet ever written about space otters. I’m so glad Meg requested it 🙂

    • I’m grateful to Meg as well. It was definitely a fun experience, trying to write about space otters in sonnet form. Perhaps I will do more of this. A collection of space otter poetry would be interesting, yes? Yes.

  4. Meg permalink

    Oh, I love this so, so much! I may have to print it and put it on my wall. (If you haven’t read it already, you must read our own Jenny Poore’s essay: ) A collection of space otter poetry otter be great. Just so sad that Mr. Stamper’s Natasha was lost. I want to give him a hug. Thank you for doing this, Michael. You made my week.

    • I bet you’ve never visualized wanting to give a hug to a space otter before. 😀 You’ve made my week as well. Making people who I’ve only met through the Internet wanting to hug space otters in sympathy… this is why I write. 🙂

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