Autumn Guitar
we sing seasoned songs
on oak lacquered guitars,
October lyrics the cruelest,
over-ripe tunes pucker
lips in rouged tones
that veer to purple,
hands now age-wrinkled
like brittle brown leaves,
webbed by veins that twist,
arms bowed by billowed
winds like weeping ash
branches buckled by time,
contorted and spiralled
beneath a canopy of gilt
that shimmers in brass shards
like an auburn tinted perm.
But listen to wailing gnats,
whining in winnowing winds
that break vocal cords
in coarse croakings that croon
about past joys now faded
as night descends and shades,
legs that root my corpse
into life's clinging clay
despite the erosion of edges,
the crimson clouds
fleck the fading sky's face
as swallows gather shadows.
But look into my eyes,
ambered in rich Hazel,
that flex their lenses
from scarlet suns
to alabaster moons
as autumn arrives.
Copyright © Brian Duffield | Year Posted 2019
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