D Minus

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.