Ice cream

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.

20 responses to “Ice cream

  1. 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’.

  2. 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.

  3. 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 .

  4. 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.

  5. 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)

  6. Ah to be more than much. What a great line! A lilting sonnet that reads well, Bjorn.

  7. 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.

  8. 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.

  9. 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..

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