There were a number of ways to interpret this task, both with and without text. But as Beverly had already written a nice sonnet for this task, we decided to explore the graphical nature of type as well.

We attempted to reflect the thematic and rhyming structure of a sonnet in both imagery and type. Thus, each quatrain is represented by a pair of images, corresponding to the halves of its rhyming structure.

Beverly took the liberty of submitting this to the Twin Cities-based Rain Taxi literary journal.

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I must thank Oliver not only for his contribution, but for restraining his laughter after having read my first attempt at writing a sonnet. I am perfectly aware of its imperfections, but decided it worked well enough for the task.

Here is the text, in case you cannot quite read it below:

I claim the imperfection of your face.
I cut with words at the wicked line.
What in your life is patterned by grace
in me there runs a more vicious vine.
I drink it down, the bitter fiend's sweet draught;
into myself the question of love's greed.
A cunningly delicate yet cruel craft
that reeks of blood and breeds false need.
Your arms held care and carried my weight;
in effortless time you accomplished me.
With ease I was drowned in the water's fate
and a force of mind that could never be
my salvation; the cure for love's true lie.
One last push into water and my passions die.