The “Sonnette” is a poetry form that I invented, and a few of the poems on this site are written in that format.  Basically, it’s a shortened Italian sonnet (7 lines) with a rhyme scheme of abab ccc and a subtle turn (or volta) at the stanza break.  Like the traditional Italian sonnet, it uses Iambic Pentameter.

The name “Sonnette” derives from a combination of “sonnet” and “Lannette,” my wife’s name.  The first sonnette was written for her.

For examples of sonnettes on this website, see the following poems:

Missing in Atlanta”  (2006)

Thy Cup Runneth Over”  (2006)

Thy Cup Runneth Over

Thy Cup Runneth Over
(A Sonnette)

I worship at the mound, my senses filled
With musky Goddess warmth and slipp’ry taste
You shiver, shout, and in orgasmic haste
Your holy water from within is spilled.

We cuddle, spent, while candle flickers show
How chin to brow, I with your essence glow
My body blessed by your baptismal flow.

— Stace Johnson, 2006

Missing in Atlanta

Missing in Atlanta
(A Sonnette)

These Georgia pines obscure the waning moon,
Reminding me how far away from you
I am.  I wonder how I’ll make it through
The next ten days before the end of June.

I curl up on the edge of this king bed,
A pillow crackles underneath my head.
I clutch another, wish for you instead.

— Stace Johnson, 2006