Task 32: Your final chance

There's still a way to go for the majority of you with regard to writing sonnets - but I am DETERMINED you all crack it this week, some way or other!

I spoke to all those who attended the trip to Norwich on Friday, and they all agreed with me that it is pointless leaving sonnets behind now, when so many of you are so close to cracking them. What use returning to them in six months' time, by which point you will have forgotten loads and have to go back to square one.

However, the difference with Task 32 is that, BEFORE YOU SUBMIT YOUR POST, you MUST either EMAIL it to me or SHOW it to me in school. I will then read through it and give you a few tips as to how to improve it further, so that what you eventually post on the blog really WILL be you at your very, very best. N.B. Any sonnets posted WITHOUT me checking them first will simply be removed from the blog until you have done so: which means it is more crucial than EVER that you don't leave things until the last minute this week!

I will not restate the rules again - you are all perfectly capable of looking back over Task 31 , Task 30 and Task 29 to see the most important criteria. But, most importantly of all, READ YOUR MODERATORS' COMMENTS. Therein lies most of what you need to become a perfect sonneteer.

The task this week:

• A sonnet, following all of the rules previously stated. (Please make it clear again whether you are going for Beginner, Intermediate or Advanced, and don't sell yourselves short in this regard!)
• Your sonnet should be directed towards someone you love or to whom you are really close. It should be making an important point to them; maybe it is an apology; or an attempt to encourage them; or to tell them off; or to beg for something.

The deadline is, predictably, midnight on Saturday 22nd November.

As always, here is my attempt:

Sorry

Will you permit me to apologise?
I don’t know how to do so. Nonetheless
I will endeavour now to exorcise
The bond between us of this bloody mess.
As I trod water, sinking as I kicked,
And cried for help from any passing friend,
A cruel fate left you the friend I picked,
And everything on which I now depend.
I want you to believe me when I say
It isn’t in my nature to rely
On someone else to keep the pain away,
But yours is strength in equable supply.
I’m sorry for the role you're forced to fill;
I want to reimburse you, and I will.