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Dad - D Minus

Posted by littleditty on April 1, 2008 - 18:39
from the ABC set Sometimes, only paint will do.

There was a sonnet twenty years ago
D Minus and written under duress
Little rhyme rebel and iambic flight
Scribbled in the middle of the longest night.
Witnessed, on the tips of tongues one more time,
Wriggling on the end of my fishing line
Behind blindfolded years I'm cutting loose -
'Grinning fish flying through the glaze...' Oh Joy!
Amazing...light flapping gills...sequins...of
Horror. Thirty years ago a pink pearl,
Wicker, basket, reeds, sonnet, river, ditch,
"Take the hook from its lip! Swim, little fish!
Swim!" Joy...Horror, weep, shiver...how now I
Missed to be with you...the fish, the river.

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Doeslittle | April 1, 2008 - 18:50

This is lovely and beautifully written. I liked your latest cherry picked one too and the line about weaving cats' cradles from light' has popped back into my head several times since reading it. I liked 'grinning fish' in this and the whole imagery of it.

niki72 | April 2, 2008 - 12:40

I love this too. Very musical.

littleditty | April 3, 2008 - 21:32

Thanks for your comments - much appreciated - and a cherry? I got a D- for that sonnet, i wish i could find it, but i think it is lost - does this mean i might have improved a little? Thanks very much - this particular cherry is very sweet indeed - cheers