The New Year (Cornish Sonnet) The clock struck midnight; she came in attired in silky flowing dress that matched her youthful glowing skin. She clutched an hourglass in her hand that showed the seconds evanesce with every grain of trickling sand. I put my bow to violin and played for her a melody; I hoped her tender heart to win. Champagne was popped and glasses raised but she cared not for revelry... into my eyes she deeply gazed. The clock struck midnight; she came in. I put my bow to violin. ---------------------------------- 4th January, 2015 Contest: Cornish Sonnet Sponsor: Craig Cornish Placed 4th