Fly High, Pretty Girl

Bright smiles always lifted my heart,

and a soul drawn to healing art,

laughter, friends, music, adventure,

made me privileged to know her.

Stolen away during the night,

now my days have too little light,

while my emotions remain numb,

and my tongue feels heavy and dumb.

Our time with you was far too short,

but now your essence will hold court,

over all these lands you will roam,

just remember to stop by home.

All over this now darkened world,

friends now say “Fly high, pretty girl”.


My attempt at a Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet. I found the information on the structure at The Poet’s Garret. I hope you like it.

J. Milburn