I thought I'd give a sonnet a try. I'm not amazing with iambic pentameter yet, but I'm decent (the weird spacing is me trying to get 10 syllables per line). As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.|
AnOven’s Serenade: A Sonnet
Art can hide in places strange- inplaces
Where it seems irrelevant. Butsometimes
Cookies, crust, and candied apples-baking
That is to say, becomes an artrefined.
Sugar, eggs, and butter mix together
Into batter, dough, something topour
Into the oven, heat, and always knowthat
What you are doing is quite lovedand more
For baking takes a certain kind ofsomeone
It takes a type of what-'je ne sais quoi'
Since baking is a science (youshould know this)
A person needs to hammer out theflaws
While seeming unimportant in themoment
And not as powerful as ice or light
Or any of the others, you shouldknow that
Ingredients always put up a fight
While baking isn’t revolutionary
We can say that to pixies, it bringsjoy
Though it can’t bring the changingof the seasons
For morale it may then be employed.