The map unrolls, a skin of dust
where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust.
I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar...
place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier
than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost...
A melody unheard of, at dearly paid cost
within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep...
A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face
though the eyes hold echoes of a storm!
The history etched strangely warm
borrowed grief, a second skin I wear
conceals scars, wounds I cannot bear.
A raven calls from a bleached white tree
a language older than time, the bones of me.
Its shadow stretches, long n out of place
across a sun-blackened, desolate place.
In this dreamscape, my essence fled.
A testament of words better unsaid, unread!
Foreign soil clings, stubborn, dark embrace
reflecting back lost a vacant face.
In stillness, a faint whisper sighs
you search mirrored eyes
meaning n memories...
A land you left behind
names you can't recall or hide...
A journey destined to fall...further inward
strangest sights reside as I…
Dissolve upon the burning tide.
Categories:
chillier, allegory, allusion, analogy, art,
Form: Rhyme
I light another candle, ready to take in the evening sights
There is an ethereal feeling to this December evening.
Sissy, my calico cat settles in next to me, we watch the sun go down
Every sundown is a painting I can never hope to capture on canvas
As the sky turns dark gray, it becomes chillier, but neither of us moves
Welcoming the chill of night air, and spirits arriving in orange orbs
Categories:
chillier, night,
Form: Blank verse
squirrels busy storing nuts
ready for winter ~
let’s hope they remember where
autumn leaves are falling fast
state of patio ~
leaves a lot to be desired
days are getting chillier
time to think about ~
turning central heating on
Categories:
chillier, autumn,
Form: Haiku
As Autumn delays, I await
Winter's crystal snowflakes
With delight, I anticipate
Skating on frozen lakes
Golden leaves turning red
Bare tree limbs I will dread
But I will look ahead
To chillier days
As Autumn delays
Categories:
chillier, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine
Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat
Last seen by The Red Lion on the street
And off to Swindon on the 49 -
Another bus is coming, so it’s fine
That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat
Her hazy colours, and her scents as sweet
As blackberries that tumble from the vine
We stand here by the bus stop, and the breeze
Blows chillier than yesterday - we wait
She won’t be long, although she’s sometimes late
(Devizes traffic, everyone agrees)
Less leaves than yesterday - we watch them fall
She has to come from Trowbridge, after all
© Gail Foster 21st September 2019
Categories:
chillier, autumn, england, metaphor, nature,
Form: Sonnet
The Ducktwirt sat fudged in mud.
The gills rippled in worrying curves.
Danger was near.
The Quagmire Sea was no joke.
Skillets, Searpuckers, and Throttlecocks
Ravage these waters.
Ducktwirt's don't stand a Wormblat's
Chance in a gungle reef.
Then came the Zoomer
With its triangular cords and its dalliphins,
And the low limbering light hushing
Through the chillier depths to find the Ducktwirt's 4th eye.
It leapt towards the light
Florid with vigor and screw-all.
We eat it, now,
This Ducktwirt.
With lemon and basil.
Sandra caught it.
My youngest.
Pictures of the event
Fluttered in the air,
Above her smiling face,
Awash with glee.
Categories:
chillier, animal, fantasy,
Form: Free verse