This Autumn

This Autumn

Strong winds have ripped the smoke tree’s russet gown,

Yet with glistening berries still the hedgerows drip.

In skies of arctic blue pale suns slip down,

As iceberg moons  the season’s balance tip.

Winter flint now gives the evening air its edge,

In his cottage an old scholar weeps alone,

Weighs the beauty of a disregarded pledge

Against summers which are forever gone.

Through the elderwood and bright hazel groves,

Snowflake patterns on her coat of Nordic red,

A pilgrim sings a love song as she moves,

Along a path  she once in bitter  silence fled.

 

As windblown leaves shall  be our shrivelled fears,

This  autumn is not of one, but many, years

◄ At The Bombed-out Church

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Isobel

Tue 18th Nov 2014 18:15

Beautiful Steve - full of aching sadness - it's hard to think of time passing without that.

What a shame there's no audio - cos we don't get to hear you at the Tudor any more and this is so well crafted.

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 17th Nov 2014 20:33

Steve,
I saw this earlier Wow! A sonnet! and rhymed to boot!


I particularly like line three, and the old scholar`s weeping is an apt autumnal tone.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 17th Nov 2014 11:55

I can imagine this being read aloud against
the crackle of a log fire while the wind rattles
the windows.
Superior imagery that takes the mind on a
journey.

Steve Smith

Fri 14th Nov 2014 23:37

Thanks Laura -I think your talent would love the challenge of forms -I know you would find the tension of rhyme very stimulating - you have the images!

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Laura Taylor

Fri 14th Nov 2014 09:44

Mmm some wonderful images in here - glistening berries, iceberg moons and winter flint.

Also an intriguing backstory - this scholar, and the disregarded pledge, the pilgrim with her love song.

I'm also feeling a bit pleased with myself cos I recognised it's a sonnet :D (I did have to count the lines and then go through the end rhyming words on their own though).

Gorgeousness.

Steve Smith

Fri 14th Nov 2014 01:07

Thanks all for reading and commenting! Appreciate informed opinion!
Steve Smith

Brooke

Thu 13th Nov 2014 23:03

I enjoyed reading this :)

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John Coopey

Thu 13th Nov 2014 21:32

I concur with AE, Stephen. I particularly liked the line about weighing the beauty of a disregarded pledge. (I was tempted to make some fatuous quip about littering with empty furniture polish cans but thought better of it!).
For me, the final couple references the circularity of the seasons.

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Anthony Emmerson

Thu 13th Nov 2014 20:22

Hi Stephen.

Just dropped by to say how much I enjoyed reading your sonnet. a sense of time and place, mystery and atmosphere. I would love to hear an audio. Very well written.

Regards,
A.E.

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Daniel Tavet

Thu 13th Nov 2014 18:01

Strong images and pathos. Well done!

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