You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice
is even nearer to the gentlest green of May,
more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise
of luscious anemones and lilies of the day.
You’re not the southern wind, but still your touch
is built from feathers, frowns and sudden frost,
you’re lesser than the dust but more than much,
as the sun in clouds, you’re found and never lost
You grant me nightshade honey, asphodels
but when I ask for roses I’m given ash,
You’re sometimes dark and often Annabelle
I call you precious but you hand me trash.
You’re more than ice cream, sweetest suitor
my poetry, from fingertips to my computer.
Ice Cream (blue version) by Evelyne Axell
Today we write 14 lines of poetry with Frank at dVerse. Mine is a small sonnet.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A stunning sonnet, Björn! You hooked me with the opening lines and reeled me in expertly. I adore the lines:
‘more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise
of luscious anemones and lilies’
and
‘…still your touch
is built from feathers, frowns and sudden frost,
you’re lesser than the dust but more than much,
as the sun in clouds, you’re found and never lost’.
Very nice melody in your sonnet. I liked the alliteration in “is built from feathers, frowns and sudden frost,” and the contrasts of roses/ash and precious/trash.
Some sumptuous lines in your sonnet with lists of wonderful contrasting images – the opener is sheer poetry!!
I like the rhythm, and these lines stood out for me:
“more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise
of luscious anemones and lilies of the day.”
I think because I like the sort of synethesia .
well crafted my friend… Bravo…
Wonderful rhythm and contrast. “I call you precious but you hand me trash” 😉 love it.
You are no stranger to a sonnet. Kudos for a lovely 14 lines. You had me at “ferocious honeysuckles”. It’s like the saying “Don’t ever give a .45 to a duck”; smile. And hey, I did a sonnet too.
All those beautiful images lined up like a smorgasbord of delicious desserts… yummy lines.
THE line jumping out:
“you’re lesser than the dust but more than much,”
speechless
I call you precious but you hand me trash…so much in just that line. The contrasts in your sonnet are what make it sing. (K)
Ah to be more than much. What a great line! A lilting sonnet that reads well, Bjorn.
Swoon, from start to finish — it’s perfect. The title made me think of Sarah immediately, and the trash reference made me think of Oscar. 🙂 Love, love, love.
kaykuala
Very true to the prompt, Bjorn! The first half being lined up to counter the latter half.
Hank
Speechless!
Words in every flavor!
Reminds me of ee cummings (compliment – one of my favs) and it made me laugh (Annabelle) and I have line envy over several :
“You never grew fro blackbirds”
“lesser than the dust but more than much,”
“but when I ask for roses I’m given ash”
Hats off.
Phenomenal Bjorn!
Lovely poetry, as always. The first stanza is transporting. Elevates the mood. Fresh.
Another sonnet, I do enjoy these and you write them masterfully.
“I ask for roses I’m given ash”
Asking for beauty and given grief…so painful are the thorns..
love how this makes one laugh and think and melt at the same time!