The Piper Must Be Paid (English sonnet - edit)

by Ben Pickard   Jul 3, 2017


Demurely do the summers seem to pass -
Their ripples barely ever reach the shore;
They gift a redolence that seldom lasts
And leave our hearts forever craving more.
Fugacious is the buttercup that peeps
And fleeting are the blossoms on the breeze;
How quick the teardrop freezes on my cheeks -
Alas, the frost so cruelly cracks the trees!
The Highland's burns all trickle with a ruse
And England's brooks all gabble with a sneer.
We must begin to think ourselves obtuse
By deeming nature's all as gladsome cheer.
Who stole the serpent's gold without a burn?
Who thought that winter's chill would not return?

--

Ben Pickard 2016

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  • 6 months ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Riveting, breathtaking detail. Love the imagery. You have a way of weaving amazing tales.

  • 6 months ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, the Sonnet King reigns supreme! This is truly a wonderful write with your usual amazing way with words. So well done-

    • 6 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Brenda. Hope you're keeping well.

  • 6 months ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Wow Ben, I got a chill while reading it, as a child I loved the Winter, I remember the Great Blizzard in 1948 as a child of eight years old in Staten Island, New York. I looked at night out the window to see giant snow flakes steadily falling with lots of stuck cars and Buses, the wind driven snow up to their windows. Now grown up, I'm glad to live in Florida, two months of cold but no snow! Your poem is a great Sonnet that I agree with the others is a little over my head but something at ease for you, the Sonnet Master! Added to Favorites!

  • 6 months ago

    by Phil

    Good man I am glad you pointed me in the direction of this sonnet because it is sublime and shockingly poetic (as always) and if I must say you are one poet I look upto on this sight and one day I aspire to be able to write as good as this though maybe not sonnets (I shall leave those for you) personally for me this will hit home for many of us because we always wants things that we either do not need, cannot afford or just cannot have which makes life difficult but we live and learn.. I am still living and learning haha

    • 6 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Many thanks, Phil. You are a very young man with an abundance of passion and ability which makes you a wonderful poet already.

      Take care and all the best to you,

      Ben

  • 6 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is absolutely profound and breathtakingly beautiful, Ben. Reading it is an absolute pleasure. I may read this again and appreciate it all over.

    Summer is a lovely time but it's quite a short time in a year and seasons have to change. This piece has this 'feel' that we generally would like to remain somewhere beautiful and calm, or remain in that place or time when we are comfortable and happy...but life really has the joke on us. We are challenged to face yet another shift where things are unknown and maybe harsh...it's when we have to accept that life is never easy. And yes, to win the gold we must pass thru all seasons!

    I love this quite sentimental sonnet. I would like to join the others and acknowledge you as the sonnet king, though a poetic pixie would be more magical I guess. :-) Fun aside, sonnets are really hard to do!

    Another excellent piece and straight into favorites.

    • 6 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Mel...apart from the 'poetic pixie' bit. I'm still not sure about that one, lol

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