AUTUMN’S PROMISE
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I walk in the half light
of an early morning;
the full opalescent moon
still brightest in the sky,
drawing my blood
like a silent surging tide.
And my heart beats alternately
“dare to hope/no don’t you dare”.
The sun is but a copper smudge
on the urban horizon,
but the autumn trees still glow
in the absence of the sun.
And so do I,
choose to hope,
amidst the half truths and uncertainties.
The moon finally disappears
behind the mauve clouds of morning,
and the bird song is suddenly
and briefly louder,
ahead of the encroaching sounds
of a new day,
and I reach to pick the brightest leaf
to remind me of my promise.
BEACHWALK
By
The bejewelled fabric
of the ocean,
stretched between
the sky-scraper loom,
its frayed edges
rushing up to meet me
after a stormy night,
in the coffee hue of Victorian lace.
Its gentle coolness
reclaims my footsteps,
gathering them back
into its motherly depths.
Wash me up again
smoothed by your embrace,
to be picked up by a fateful hand,
as if I belonged to no other….
I just wanted to say – wow! – the poetry selection this month is quite outstanding, and really took my breath away.
Congratulations to all. I’ve enjoyed every single one of the works for very different reasons, but all have left me feeling enriched in some way.
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Thank you, Anne, very much. I’m sure I speak for all of the poets this month; your comments are a great reward. It’s an honour to have my work appear alongside that of such outstanding poets in this excellent online production. The high standard of poetry set by the likes of yourself (last month) have been continued and I’ve no doubt that will be maintained in future issues. I’ll be sure to find out.
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