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 dusk’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.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
I learned a lot from these eleven lines. This is a wonderful tribute to Nature.
Thank you! I used Pied Beauty as a model for the rhyme pattern and the meter. It’s a good exercise.
Is the last line the Volta? I am trying to distinguish the parts of a sonnet and find it a little hard to identify in this curtal form.
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.
Thank you.
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I hope that isn’t a stupid question I asked.
Nope. I have to look up the rules to everything. Often. Rules tend not to stick.
Beautifully crafted. Thank you 🙏🌍😊
I’m pleased you enjoyed it!
Yes. You are welcome 🙏
Thank you xxx
Lovely–such peace! Well done.
I still want to try this form.
Thank you xx
I hope you do try it.
I think I will–at some point. 🙂
🙂
So soothing. The carpet-patterns are always there if we look. (K)
They are. What looks like ‘grass’ at a cursory glance is usually lots of tiny plants. People who sow lawns of pure grass seed are missing so much.
I never understood that impulse, even as a child.
The bits of ‘lawn’ in old houses were really joined up daisies and dandelions.