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Postcard from a Faded Resort - Italian Sonnet

by Paganini Jones



Dear John, I chose an orange water ice today.
It tasted rather good, a pleasant change.
I like vanilla too. It's in their range.
The weather's been quite nice but now it's grey
And so I write to you, but what to say?
I hope it brightens up; I feel quite strange.
I've booked a trip by coach to visit Grange
And later on we'll hear a brass band play.

I rather wish, I think, that you were here.
I'm sure you'd love the beach, the food, the sun.
The roads are not so busy now. They're clear
Of traffic jams. There's parking by the pier.
It's almost time for tea. I have to run.
I love you so. I'll see you soon my dear.

05/07/2011

Author's Note: Written for our postcard sonnet challenge

Posted on 05/07/2011
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 05/09/11 at 12:03 AM

I love the tone of this - I can see pennants blowing in the breeze - this may be the consummate postcard sonnet!

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