October

by Melpomene   Dec 8, 2010


October was;

the death of fireflies -

an ending to
a jack in the box
whose springs coiled subliminally round
rusted memories.

and I touched summer

once, twice.
Though winter pulled me back

While my locket sunk
into the hollow of my chest.

Twas colder than the months predicted,
writing verses of magic tricks

Illusive the way the sun disappeared

and;
songbirds sung of pastel tigers,
tragic clowns and the thought of you.

November was;

the birth of faith
and the demise of religion.

The sharpening of a pencil -
still too cold to speak.

the chill in my bones grew warmer;
a conjuring between he and I

Bitter like fruit
not ripened enough to fall..
yet shaken until it lands
into the hands of a confused traveler.

December is;

the most pain ever felt.
For we say goodbye to -

shooting stars, lady beetles
and a promise between you and I.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    Congrats on the win Mel, this was an enjoyable read, I like your word choice and description and the sadness that creeps in with lines like:

    "While my locket sunk
    into the hollow of my chest"

    ^Gives me a picture of a sad girl, maybe slumping, hanging her head.

    Great read.

  • 14 years ago

    by Nicko

    Congrats on your win....most deserving.

  • 14 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Congratulations on the win dearly, this is such an exquisite and expressive piece that does deserve to be read by every eye on here!

    Keep writing!

    MaryAnne

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Saying goodbuy is never easy, but we poets know how to do it in style;)

    Well done, good wording and well layed out on the page.

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 14 years ago

    by Nicko

    What a magical piece and a beautiful journey you take us on, as I meander down the page month to month, as snippet after snippet is revealed, there are some magical lines "The sharpening of a pencil -
    still too cold to speak" is one of many that spoke to me in this wonderful, creative poem. Living in Australia myself it maybe more poignant to me than most. Yet there seems to be much of a personal journey here.. I loved it.

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