Queen of Autumn

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Flash 55+
Optional:  Consider the art of Romain de Tirtoff a.k.a. Erté.

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Autumn Song Erte · ?

I am free falling in feathers
of mountainous mums,
tendrils tickling, entangling
themselves in my tresses
of gold. I am enfolded
in autumnal auras,
singing arias of robust
reds and russets. Lull me
in the labyrinth of your
loving arms. Let me not
languish as autumn flees,
and flowers fade into
the white of winter.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Queen of Autumn

  1. kanzensakura says:

    You and I chose the same picture but I like your poem much better than mine! I love these lines:
    “I am enfolded in autumnal auras, singing arias of robust reds and russets”. This is exactly the it of autumn. Well done!

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  2. I love the way you pulled a poem from the image – I especially love the free falling in feathers of mountainous mums…….

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Yummy language!

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  4. “Lull me in the labyrinth of your loving arms. Let me not languish as autumn flees, and flowers fade into the white of winter” …Beautiful!❤️

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  5. Kerry says:

    Such a musicality to these lines! The alliteration has a lilting quality.

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  6. Some arms are, indeed, an eternal summer…

    And, yes, what Kerry said!

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  7. Full of the colors and language of Autumn. The warmth of this alone will keep winter at bay a while yet.

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  8. Lull me n the labyrinth of your
    loving arms. Let me not
    languish as autumn flees

    Beautiful wordcraft Sara! And it went through the whole poem! Great!

    Hank

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