In summer sweetness of the fountain’s song
she slowly pulls the petals from a tender rose
reliving basement fists that’s pounding strong
when youthful poems turned to trembling prose
In summer sweetness forgetfulness won’t come
when ember bruises from her father’s fists
exploding in the sun like undone plums
forever marking her with kharma cysts
In summer sweetness blowflies gives her bliss
as they consume her father’s rotting flesh
when trembling scissors stabbing made him hiss
recalled from memory – the clotting cleft
In summer sweetness blue lights come for her
and doctor’s listen to the songs they hear
Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse
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June 22, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Outstanding as always.
Many thanks ..
You’re most welcome. Have a beautiful and inspired day!
You went very dark with this one Bjorn. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
ouch. Sometimes, I think, there is such a thing as justifiable homicide.
oh this one is dark! have a nice Sunday
much love…
At the first lines I thought how nice, but should have been ready for the darkness – I was not, and your innocently stunning sonnet just hit, and hit. Very well done.
Why so dark in the middle?
Somehow I think I saw the artist’s lust in that painting… and thought it a bit sinister.
I see. And thanks for the reply.
geez….you did go a bit dark….but at least now the fist wont find purchase in her life…though conversing with the flies, she might be dancing the edge…ha….
Brilliant!
I saw a reference to Ophelia – the pose in this painting is very similar to the eponymous painting he created in the 1880s. Ophelia went mad and drowned herself – darkness of another kind, but yes, darkness is there. Great sonnet, Bjorn and the title is just perfect for it.
the climax turned quite eerie with the flow.but perfect one
The title was a great set up for what was to follow. Powerful, a bit grim.
Magnificent word choices here….like, “karma cysts.” Wow. Love it.
The beauty of forms and words offer such a stark contrast with the theme. I guess it works because they blunted the impact of the tragedy upon the reader.
I am amazed at how easily you write sonnets. 🙂
You can certainly weave a sonnet..this one is a tad dark..
Oh! this was so intense!!
Raw…dark…and beautifully expressed…
You are the master of Sonnet! This time – the dark one.
This is a fine example of darkness and light!
Great take! Summer doesn’t always have to be sweet!
Its best to practice safety ! Well written , Bjorn …
Deep and dark.