Fridays mixture

 Firstly a response to 

Friday Poetically with Brian Miller

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Among the wind-rippled reed beds at morn

Bob the waterfowl seeking their breakfast,

Curlews curve their calling flight overhead,

Dawn breaks as the sullen sun heaves itself

Ever higher in the russet stained sky.

Flitting dragonflies flash rapidly by,

Gorging themselves on early flower blooms.

Hidden within the verdant waters-edge

Insects scrabble and chirrup their shrill call

Just within the threshold of audible.

Kingfishers flash their colours as they dive

Launching themselves from tree’s overhang.

Minnows scatter at the shock intrusion.

Nesting birds scrabble amongst the rushes

Overhauling their homes for a new brood,

Paddling speedily around the edge,

Questing for last years dried soft bull-rushes

Under the spears of spring-times new growth.

Various rodents scuttter and scurry,

Winding through dangling willow branches

Xanthium cockleburs push through the grass

Yellow tinged by dusting catkin pollen

Zealous bees have carried while travelling.

then a bit more work on the English sonnet form:

How could I not have felt the icy chill
that must have lingered in each loving phrase
that came from your lips while your heart was still
and frozen in your breast for many days?


So was your passion ever fiery hot?
Did love burn in your soul and warm your mind?
Or was that spark in your dark eyes a plot,
a trap to draw me in with love so blind?

Did I mistake for love this tawdry lust?
This hunter seeing some long treasured prey
to capture and display, then gather dust,
discarded when another came your way?

So did I ever know the real you?
Was any of this dream love ever true?

Others may be added later