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This sonnet is from my archives, written in ink for my Instagram page. I shared 3 sonnets for the festive season.
My collection of sonnets, Tangled Gardens, can be read on my Skylover Blog.
Visit our Tuesday Platform, hosted by Pat on Christmas Day.
may the season, at the bottom of the year, bring you a basket of sweet and tart pippins, Kerry ~
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Michael. And my best wishes to you too.. may the muse bring us all inspiration in the dry/ cold season.
DeleteThe talk of apples made me think of old stories of apples and temptations. What some call transgressions, others call love.
ReplyDeleteApples do come with an array of sensory and symbolic images. Thanks, Rommy.
DeleteWhat love is this indeed, urging, flowering, appling: And how much is contained in the press of these beloved lips ... Fine way to heat up the cider with Yule spice.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, friend!
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A very beautiful love-poem, and I'll enjoy reading your sonnet collection later.
ReplyDelete(Looking gift horse in mouth: The illustrated handwritten version looks very attractive, but these 79-year-old eyes would have appreciated a typed version.)
The typed version is available via the link above.
DeleteSuch a stunning poem this is, Kerry!💞 I m going to head over and read your collection of sonnets with a cup of coffee☕
ReplyDeleteThat's great! Thanks, Sanaa.
DeleteThere is something extra magical about love wild enough, deep enough... to choose the delights offered by recklessness. Braving that fence might be hard (or not), but always worth the jump... if the end involves melting in arms and lips that make a heart live forever.
ReplyDeleteI can smell the apples...
Lovely, the scent of apples. I think we all long for the days of wild abandon again.
DeleteThis is wonderful to read... I have a sense that you are very much inspired by Pablo Neruda...
ReplyDeleteThe image (including the apples) is perfect for the sonnet.
Neruda allowed me to break free of the rhyme scheme, and use the two quatrain, two tercet format. The extended metaphors are more a kind of Shakespearean legacy, or even those who came before - the metaphysical poets.
DeleteI appreciate Bjorn's comment and was thinking on this, after several readings of this sonnet, about how it's modern but has that old-world feeling and flavour - and wow I can say, first off, I'm always impressed when someone attempts an old form and carries it off so well - which is the case Kerry.
ReplyDeleteThe flavour and scent of this sonnet is delicious. I really am savouring the lines, the phrases, the wild images springing to life in my mind - and it just sits within me, with a lightness that borders on abandon and recklessness -
this piece, is lovely but not sentimentally weird or slopping and it makes me want to run barefoot and dance in an orchard ... with a crown of bees buzzing me on ...
so thanks for bring me some spring through the fall (how like a love story in ways) on a very cold winter's day.
And I have to say, I was also reading some of the pieces at Skylover, - some I remember and am still moved by them, others new to me .... and am enjoying them tremendously. For someone who doesn't like to write love poems etc. for fear of dropping into over-ripe sentiment, ahem - you should trust your instincts and write more often, because you blend poetic spirit, the rawness, the tenderness and the vibrational gratings on soul and skin with amazing depth. And in voice truly yours Kerry. It's an impressive collection in that Tangled Garden. :D
And wishing you a most wonderful holiday celebration Kerry - and all the very best for the new year. Be well and safe - and may 2019 fill you with inspiration and delight.
Many thanks for your lovely comments, Pat. I always come away a great deal to consider on the creative process. My main theme has always been the dichotomy between the things that pull lovers together and break them apart. I seldom write a straightforward "love poem", but sonnets lend themselves to sincere, if hyperbolic, description. I am so grateful to you for your encouragement. Thank you for reading a few more of my poems on Skylover.
DeleteHot damn, Kerry. I am so floored by this. I want it on my bedroom wall, exactly as you've presented it.
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DeleteAn amazingly beautiful apple sonnet, Kerry. I am so enjoying your Instagram poems.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim. I enjoy making them. It has spurred my creativity.
DeleteBeautifully sexy Kerry, probably just as good to write it as to read it!
ReplyDelete"I love you as the wild apple ...(choosing);
ReplyDeleteFreedom from the garden walls that confine"
I'll show you my love sweet as apple pie
Come feast your soul thus tempts my love for you
Loving this, Kerry. When I met Mrs. Jim I had collar length hair, rode a motorcycle, and had a Hippie soul. Her sweet love and a baked cornish hen dinner that had she cooked for me fueled my abrupt domestication. I even put away the motorcycle for good when our daughter was born.
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I enjoyed reading several of your sonnets, thank you for enriching my life. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!
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Thank you for taking the time to read, Annell.
DeleteWhat a stunning write Kerry!
ReplyDeleteThis is a deliciously sweet poem Kerry, and I love to see it on the page. A mighty love is captured here. Lovely writing as always!
ReplyDeleteMy thanks to all for the warm commentary. I'd send a bushel of apples.
DeleteYour collection of sonnet is just perfect!!
ReplyDelete"love returns, scattering seeds on dry ground
and we can only grow again, live passion
as verdant buds springing fresh from the brown"
These are very deep lines...I read it again and again to comprehend the beauty and meaning in these words!