Sonnettics

The tale of Alice Young is sad but true
‘Twas nearly fifty years before the time
The tales of witches in New England grew
She was the first found guilty of this crime.

Connecticut was where she settled down
A place called Windsor, far from Salem’s port
A simple place to live, a river town
Where witchcraft was a thing they sought to thwart

Poor Alice was accused, then tried and hung
By zealots who accused her of the flu
A scapegoat was the fate of Alice Young
‘Twas all the justice ignorance could do

Three centuries and more* of bells were rung
Before true justice rang for Alice Young.

by Scott Ennis

*Alse Young was formally exonerated on February 6, 2017, by a unanimous vote of the Windsor Town Council.

To love is like the ocean, deep and blue
It’s always there regardless of the tides 
The ebb and flow of love is nothing new
Love’s ocean is where lovers’ faith abides

Our faith in love is true when absolute
When love is absolute, each wave is seen
And every wave thereafter follows suit
Consistently extolling what we mean

To love we must leave similes behind
And we must leave the ocean, deep and blue
Our memories return to heart and mind
Remembering the us of me and you

At last we find the boundless love we sought
And love will be the ocean waves we’ve caught.