Nette Onclaud Poet Sonnet

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Craig Cornish's Shakespearean Sonnet Contest

Last Leaf

The blotted  ink of sky engulfs my dream
While nightfall's soot and fog darken the shore,
And I , a tattered leaf, tremble midstream
Infecting my solace much like before.

Dreary this roam, this dreary roam so cold
Attended by a willow tree's limp veil;
Like ghastly air with sordid woes untold
Of slumber deepening... its tomb, my nail.

And in a haze, snow circles tainted blue
As forceful winds begin their groan, one howl
My tassels unraveling to imbue
This cry for life paling as woods befoul.

Yet, branches of hope , they rain down on me,
For spring redeems ...bright as eternity.

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Karen Jones August 28, 2026 at 7:59 PM Nette your sonnet is magical! I love the imagery and especially the conclusion with hope. I’m sure you’ll do well in the contest! 😊hugs

Paige Hind August 25, 2026 at 10:29 PM wow, marvelous

Howard Kerr August 23, 2026 at 2:17 AM Dear Nette, I enjoyed the dark elegance and stunning panorama of this equally stunning sonnet. Your descriptions apt and impactful.🙏🔥✨ Howard

Joanna Daniel August 22, 2026 at 8:31 AM I love how you combined the leaf with seasonal changes and ended it with hope, Nette😊

John Lawless August 22, 2026 at 7:10 AM beautifully done Nette. I shall read this to the Red Maple leaves in October.....

Sotto Poet August 22, 2026 at 5:06 AM A lovely sonnet that uses the image of a "tattered leaf" to show how lonely and harsh winter can be. The sudden drop into darkness and ice makes the volta in the last couplet, which offers spring and hope forever, stronger.

Hiya Sharma August 22, 2026 at 12:27 AM Oh this is so poignant and powerful dear Nette! I absolutely love how you've depicted that tattered leaf.. personified so effortlessly and with such intricately knitted emotions! That first stanza really builds up the melancholic atmosphere and the grief really sinks in the heart.. "Attended by a willow tree's limp veil; Like ghastly air with sordid woes untold Of slumber deepening... its tomb, my nail.' oh thisss! And the rhymes are absolutely flawless and very creative.. love how you've shown the resurrection of hope in the end! Beautiful! Best of luck in the contest! Keep shining and writing 🍁🍂💫💫

Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 21, 2026 at 11:08 PM A beautifully crafted sonnet that uses the fragile imagery of a "tattered leaf" to capture the bitter, isolating weight of winter. The atmospheric descent into cold and dark makes the volta in the final couplet all the more powerful, offering a radiant, hard-won promise of spring and eternal hope.❤️🍁❄️