This is the third in a series of sonnets. (Read the first here and the second here). My aim was to create a dream-like quality by connecting images inwardly more than outwardly. To me, using a structured form like the sonnet was an interesting contrast to the less structured content.
III. Wandering over fields, a branching vine dangles taut fruit. Groups of branches twine, forming limbs that reach to distal strands and then morph into toes, feet, fingers, hands; the weaving vines form muscle fibers, contours, body shape. The vine becomes a man. He waits there while a woman holding flowers ambles down the aisle to give her hand to him in church. They make their vows and marry with a kiss. The wedding party forms an archway for the couple with their arms and then becomes a bright pavilion. Airy, luminous clouds with myrrh and cinnamon scent come down to make a home and fill the tent.