Postcard from the Ledge by Linda Fuller Father, as you know I’ve been depressed and felt a time away from you would do me good so booked a flight to paradise with no goodbye. Look: see the sun sink below mountain’s crest flowing purple and gold. Imagine you stood where I stand, your eyes imbibing the sky. In this nightfall’s supernal glow, old grief infuses my body; reeling palm fronds sigh, calling me to fall. I think I could – my life’s a sterile plane of plain motif – must I? 05/08/2011 Author's Note: This is (I hope) a curtal sonnet, for Paganini Jones' Postcard Sonnet challenge in the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought Circle, rhythmically based on Gerard Manley Hopkins' "Pied Beauty", with a rhyme scheme of abcabc dcbdc. The rhythm is "sprung rhythm"; I duplicated Hopkins' "Pied Beauty" rhythm as best I could. Quite an exercise! In the wee hours of this morning, the punnish title and first line came to me, and I became locked into it. This is based on an imaginary postcard of a sunset. Anyway... Posted on 05/08/2011 Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by E. A. Pugh on 05/08/11 at 08:49 PM Great work on structure! Inspiring. Posted by Paganini Jones on 05/08/11 at 09:26 PM Oh yes! Definitely a Curtal Sonnet, and a worthy contender for the challenge. Excellently done! Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/04/12 at 09:17 PM Fantastic! What a difficult challenge to attempt! I must try this, but it does look difficult. Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/08/17 at 05:19 PM This is quite a lovely poem, Linda. Congratulations on POTD Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)