Abby assigned me to write a poem in blank verse and I totally just wrote an accidental sonnet. After I had finished the draft I realized it was 14 lines and had a complete reversal in the last couplet. I'm going to chalk this up to having internalized the form, and I'm officially going to consider that pretty neat.
(The poem itself, who knows? It also had to be historical and traumatic, and it's about the Donner party and upsets me. It's also about Milton and a conversation I had with my mom last night, but only I know that.)
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