Sunday, 23 September 2007



Autumn, silent killer, softly creeps

And binds her web about the countryside

With cruel chill fingers she reaps the fruits,

Then casts the empty husks aside

Her lush and sensuous colour spreads

Oozing beneath her grasping hands.

Shrouding the ground with pools of red,

Each tree and bush denuded stands

Clammy and chill is the air she breathes

Hard and cold her greedy mouth

She takes the summer to her breast

And slowly sucks the lifeblood out.

N. M.


WesterWitch/Headmistress said...

Ooooooo not sure about this poem - I love Autumn and although the poem is right, I don't want to think about Autumn this way.

But thank you for the poem. Terry Pratchett mutter mutter . . . stomps off.

Cait O'Connor said...

This is a great poem but it seems to make my dear Autumn a bit 'creepy', have you ever written scary stuff? I think you are a natural!

Anonymous said...

Ooh! I've never thought of autumn like this. I love autumn, my favourite season.

ChrisH said...

That's a spooky one - is it safe for us to go out?

Inthemud said...

That is a very clever poem, very impressed with your skills of description, quite challenging to our senses, turning it on it's head.

PS where in West sussex are you? I'm nr Horsham

toady said...

Ooh that was a bit spooky like the Dementors in Harry Potter. Gone all peculiar now. Toady

Pondside said...

Yes, very creepy other side of Fall - I liked it!

Faith said...

Autumn is Dracula!

Anonymous said...

Lovely poetry. Autumn is my favourite season.

Crystal xx

Suffolkmum said...

Very good poem, but I prefer to think of my autumn as langurous and mellow! I do love this time of year. I liked some of the imagery though.

Casdok said...

Lovely poem.

DJ Kirkby said...

Wow...this sounds like a charge. I wrote one in a similar vien which I might post tomorrow to refresh my blog after my post about my brother's death.