Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 

Playing with Alliterative Meter enables one to use alliteration more effectively in the iambic pentameter line, as in the following.  Some people might think it is too much.  Wimps!

The Marriage Supper of the Lamb:

An Anticipation

Sonnet XXXVI


Let sound the sackbuts, come, cornettoes, call

The folk to feast and joyous revelry.

Already lute and lyre fill the hall

With sweetest sound of merry minstrelsy.

The Lord beneath his royal canopy

Himself shall sit as host, for he abounds

In kingly kindliness and courtesy.

Hold back for no unworthiness!  He frowns

On base ingratitude, but loves the sounds

Of Joy unearned, unearnable, delights

To honor those who come.  The call resounds,

For one last moment echoes in the heights.

Surely you’re coming with us?  Do not doubt!

The door that closes shuts forever out.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

Donald T. Williams, PhD


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