other maypoles...

shedding maypoles
lambent colours
anticipate 
autumn winds
will trigger
the dance



Poetry form: free verse



NOTES
The photo is a view of autumn vines between trees at Red Hill...
Many trees split their bark or shed layers of it.

And so closes another year of National Poetry Writing Month...
I achieved my goal of 30 poems in 30 days...
* for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompts - 29 poems
* for Poets United - 1 poem
Thank you ever so much to the hosts for providing inspiration for us!


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Poetising the Maypole

in the days of weeping colours...

in the days of weeping colours
when sugar-froths pepper the blue
I remember the honey-dance times
when we were two

when we were two cappucinos
mind-tasting a one-stream street
I remember the jasmine secret
when we were sweet

once we were sweet guitar strings
harmonising fruit pie and cream
I remember the last dessert
when we un-teamed

when we un-teamed our colours
and spiked our sugars with salt
I remember the boom-crash-opera
our tectonic fault


so now
silhouette-shame of mine
cowering in a wrathful shrine
bury your pungent rust
in the looming arctic-dust




NOTE
The autumn photo above is fresh from the camera.
A walk in autumn worlds this afternoon at Red Hill was a wonder of leaf colour.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Kenning

Leaves

just leaves 
leaves
lamenting warmth
like coloured paints drying pale
and scattered loose to the winds
like sunlight shattered
she
like sunlight shattered
and scattered loose to the winds
like coloured paints drying pale
lamenting warmth
leaves
just leaves


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Weekend Mini Challenge - Palindrome
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