[RCL]

Some Don’t Fret about a Little Room

After William Wordsworth*

Some don’t fret about a little room:
Not introverts in cells with few chattels
Not students in their small and cramping carrels
Not teachers in an over-crowded classroom
Not honeybees within a lily’s bloom
Not singles networking in no-tell motels
Not nuns within their convent's narrow cells.
The truth? A self-made prison is no doom:
At times, I write within a sonnet’s boundary
And it insists its fourteen lines be bound
By their stout iambs marching metered sound
That frees me from the boundless verse that’s free
Since rhyming stanzas exclude anarchy,
Provide small comfort here, as I’ve just found.

*
“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Rooms”