Two Fishermen at Ponny

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 23rd October 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

Continuing with the theme of Autumn, Davy D reads his sonnet Two Fishermen at Ponny. Ponny is the local name given to the fishing water in the village of Haddenham, Buckinghamshire. He also gives a potted history of the sonnet form and reveals a little-known secret about actor Richard Burton.

If you are having difficulty accessing the recording, a text version of the poem is provided after the sound bar.

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Two Fishermen at Ponny

Autumn kissed Ponny with cool puckered lips.

October clouds raced in a darkened sky,

Holding the Red Kite between fingertips,

As fishermen gazed at quivering flies.

Camouflaged beside bowed Bulrush and tree,

Both angler’s stillness, a picture of peace.

Disguised so the Carp are unable to see

The barbs which could bring an end to their lease.

For half an hour they captured my thought,

Engaged in their game of angling chess,

Time out with nature which cannot be bought,

How it would end was anyone’s guess?

                             I never witnessed a winner this time,

                            Life pulled me back over the Chiltern Line.


Both informative and fascinating. An excellent sonnet of your own composition too. Coupled with your verbal explanation the whole makes an excellent start to my day. For which I thank you, Davy.

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Stupendously fabulously done.

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Davy D, I am captivated by your poem. The peace of the place the anglers are sitting pulls me in. The conclusion for both Carp and angler is perfect. ” Time out with nature cannot be bought”.
It was great hearing you read it too.

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Lovely sonnet Davy, the sentiment and flow captivating, a potted history, trivia, brilliant ! Can’t wait for next week.

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I love your sonnet, Davy. “Time out with nature cannot be bought” – so true.

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The words of your sonnet make me feel like I am right there watching the “action” and feeling a sense of peace in such a lovely setting!

The few times I have been fishing, I watched the fish swim up and “sniff” the bait and move on. I caught nothing. 🙂 So I gave in/up quickly and took a few walks around the lake and then sat down and read a book in the beautiful quiet. 🙂

How interesting about Richard Burton. He must have had a wonderful brain/mind!

I fell in love with Shakespeare when I was 14 years old and all of these eons later I still love to read his amazing writing!

HUGS and always a joy to hear you read your poems and share your knowledge! 🙂

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    Thank you Carolyn and I appreciate your comments and support. My fishing career was short too. I spent hours fishing one day and caught one fish. When I took it home my mother gave it to next doors cat 🙂

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A wonderful poem transporting us away from the everyday rush. Nature does that! Loved your description of it too. Thanks for sharing Davy. 🙂

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A beautiful poem and reading..makes me relax…

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Thank you for this. It is most appreciated. Have a good weekend.


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