Green tales and changing skies

The form Paul Brookes chose last week was the curtal sonnet, devised by Gerard Manley Hopkins. This is my attempt at the form.

Green tales and changing skies

These changing skies above, we walk the trees
And tread the path of fallen poplar leaves,
Brown-turning as the gold of summer fails.
As slow as heron-flight, the bright time flees
With gentle grace, so nothing truly grieves,
Though cold is rising in duskโ€™s misty veils.

There is green still, just look. Beneath the growing grey,
Green grows, rosette-creep, root-tangle that weaves
Carpet-patterns, dabbed with sun, and exhales
Such light, whispering, as night slips into day,
Earth tales.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “Green tales and changing skies”

      1. The volta is the turning point in the sonnet. I can’t remember offhand where exactly it comes, but towards the end. The last two lines are the envoi which draw a sort of conclusion to the poem. The envoi in the curtal form is just two beats.

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