I love to sit atop a Sussex Down
And gaze at patchwork fields of every hue.
The moving sun makes every moment new
While colours wash away the deepest frown.
With yellow squares of mustard seed and rape
And golden wheat that's ready any day.
A thousand different greens all seem to play
In fields of every crazy paving shape.
I cannot name a colour not in sight,
Within this scene that keeps a nation fed,
Beneath a canopy of blue and white
And flecked by cottage roofs of fiery red.
No other nation ever gets this right;
It's English countryside that fills my head.
Author notes
Italian sonnet (well a Sicilian really abba cddc efefef)
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Italian Sonnet - Prompt - Color by Little Feather.
600 points, ended August 8, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for your entry
Well done. The colors of nature are a beauty to behold. Sounds like you are proud of your nation. I like the rhyme scheme in this one, it was fairly simplistic but well done. Nice rhythm and flow.
The form was right on, and I say kudos for maintaining the 10 syllable count throughout. I should like to try this form one day myself lol. But it must be a blissful day to attempt it.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy -
A South-Saxon sonnet, surely!
Sussex by the sea. Well, well. Not bad.
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Boffo!
A Canadian might quarrel with some of your points but he wouldn't dispute the poet's craftsmanship.
Good stuff, Jeff.
I can see the town.
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Oh wow straight back to childhood picnics with my nan and late granpa, thanks Jeff
Jem xxx
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Excellent poem ...
I'm so shocked ...
(just kidding).
Fabulous as usual.
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well done.
nothing else could be said.
You always pen with perfection
Love
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