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Autumnal Abscission

The whiff of death,

party’s over, this

technicolour decline

needs a makeover.


Leaves gone acrid,

red, white and

blue blossoms

turned rancid brown.


Red and yellow

spots emerging,

a bloated assemblage

is rotting down.


Unkempt and



have putrefied.


And desperate

deadheads cling on,

won’t give up

on calmer days

long gone by.


A winter cleanse,

and a new beginning,

can start a trust

in growth,

one more time.


or the previous more overtly politicised version:


The whiff of death,

this party’s over and your

technicolour decline

needs a takeover.


Zealots gone acrid,

true blues turning

rancid brown.


Red spots, empty seedheads,

your bloated majority

is rotting down.


This mulchy stink tells us,

green is fast turning black,

as you shrivel and zombify,

get on your way,

and don’t come back.


Fungal, seedy,

and atrophying.


Unkempt, maggoty,

and crumbling. 


Desperate, degenerate,

and clinging. 


Give us winter cleanse

and a new beginning.

autumntory government

◄ We The People

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John Gilbert Ellis

Mon 6th Nov 2023 10:45

Thank you Keith and Stephen for the kind comments.

Also thanks for the likes from Manish, John and K Lynn.

After various other comments, I've rewritten this to be less overtly political and balance this against the autumnal.

I'm conscious of the ongoing debate on here about being too party politically focused, so trying to be a bit more subtle!

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 4th Nov 2023 08:38

A graphic description of autumn's rotting process, and of far more, I suspect, John.

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keith jeffries

Fri 3rd Nov 2023 17:30

Fabulously descriptive in a style which I have not previously encountered. A cleverly written poem.
Thanks for this,

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