This sonnet was submitted to an online journal and received a nearly instant rejection:
Dear Scott Ennis,
Sonnet received, but I can tell you now that it will not find a place on The Sonnet Scroll/Poetry Porch.
Do you have others that you might submit?
Joyce Wilson, Editor
How fitting, that the page is clean and white
I’ll try my best to stain it carefully
I don’t think it will hurt, but then it might
Is pain the way to tell the words they’re free?
Dichotomous, the sonnet is a cage
A prison made of fourteen bars of verse
A metaphor that marks the virgin page
The virgin sonnet could be something worse
Imagine if the words became a song
A lyric made of thin iambic flesh
A page that’s torn, that’s neither right nor wrong
Within a book that functions as a creche
A virgin sonnet only til it’s read
A couplet to replace the maidenhead.