Strike of match
leaf departing tree
fall of flint and ash
sizzling flags set free.
Skittering bones, we
trudge the season’s catacombs.
Woods exchange blows
their yellowing begins
but before branches thin
winds lift a finger, referee,
points our focus
to the cackling within.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Artwork: Melanie Daniel, Still Falling 4 U (2021)
d’Verse’s Monday Quadrille: Ashes to Ashes asks us to write a 44 word poem using the word ash. Join us.
Sweet, my first blog explosion, and I am so pleased. Thank you very kindly, Danny.
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A great poem. Is the painting your work? The fires that burn seem to be happening year after year! Very sad to see happening
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Thank you kindly, Dwight. Yes, these fires seem to be changing so much, and yet we continue on in the same ways. No, the artwork is by Melanie Daniel, Still Falling 4 U (2021). Just checking now to make sure I left a link to her gallery in the comments. I saw her artwork recently. Breathtaking.
I will!
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My pleasure. I also love that line. Many thanks.
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I like the layers here – and the different point of view – both as witness to these events, as well as the shift – the idea of the wind being a referee after the woods exchange blows, and begin yellow bruising – the particular way you’ve phrased it is really exquisite – definitely fresh and imaginative – lovely quadrille!
it’s very rich and for a “jumble” of thoughts gathered, you’ve carefully crafted, resulting in something very wonderful – cheers!
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You’re welcome.
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Thank you. ☺️
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Thank you kindly for hosting, Sarah. I really enjoyed the prompt and the wide variety of quadrilles created. A few more to read this afternoon.
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Many thanks, David. I realize that just going out and being present is often the best inspiration available.
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I love the sense of life in change here, of activity and also of letting go as trees do, to meet the latest factor. I especially like the last two lines of the first stanza–sums the season up in a nutshell–or a skittering leaf.
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This is a perfect autumn poem–the blaze of fire-colors, the wind, the catacombs.
I like the mix of beauty and darkness, which describes this time of year so well.
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You evoke a perfectly spooky atmosphere, perfect for the season!
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Great piece! Loved this line, “Skittering bones, we trudge the season’s catacombs” so descriptive and that bit of rhyme is so natural. 💗
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I love these lines, K.
“Skittering bones, we
trudge the season’s catacombs.” So beautifully done and a great complement to the art.
pax,
dora
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So kind, and thank you, Björn. I am most in my element in the fall. Always find the smells and sights to be most appealing to my muse. Love Dylan, will be much bolstered by comparison. Cheers!
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“Woods exchange blows their yellowing begins but before branches thin winds lift a finger,”.. This is absolutely stunning! You have portrayed Autumn and the transition that it brings along with it so well! 💝💝
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Many thanks, Grace. It was so windy the tree’s lifted up a frond like a finger. Seemed to be saying just that.
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You had me at the very first line. Wonderful!
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