So here it is. One I did earlier – much earlier – about 1969...
AVerse to Valentines
by Oonah V Kyle
The carnations and the ribbons
and the roses all form part
of a magic that proposes
to mend every broken heart.
As the cupids with their arrows
wait there poised to intertwine
two young hearts the lover beckons
‘Come and be my valentine.'
So they float on clouds of passion
while the lonely passers-by
watch all the little cupids,
stamped and packaged rise and fly
where the insecure horizon
meets a non-existent sky.
(published in The Braid Magazine – Ballymena Academy)
Not a bad sonnet for a fifteen year old…