When writing a personification sonnet, I first think of a form of love I want to feature then I try to work out what type of person matches that form of love. For this sonnet I wanted to explore hidden love, love that is intentionally buried deep within us.
A miner seemed a suitable human substitute for buried love; the first line came quickly ‘Love is a miner buried underground’. As I worked through the logic of the poem, I realised a mining accident did not fit with the logic of burying a love that cannot be allowed to thrive. Unrealised love is not starved after becoming accidentally trapped somewhere.
So, rather than have a mining accident, in order to maintain the logic of the metaphor, I had this miner buried by a malevolent mine owner. Perhaps it is a raw materials mine and knowledge that there are diamonds within it might threaten the essence of that facility’s being. (Us.)
Love is a Miner Love is a miner buried underground Who was not trapped when a weak vein was sliced Beneath the earth’s thick skin, where ghosts abound; But rather to this grave was sacrificed. Love scratches at the clog with fingernails As if the blockage was an accident. Love shreds its knuckles when the clawing fails Imagining light dust where there’s cement. Lost Love won’t have the mercy of quick death Nor like canary quickly suffocate. Slowly this sap will starve and its last breath Will fade, unseen, unheard by its sole mate. When Love saw hidden diamonds it was doomed. Now with those precious treasures it’s entombed.