pallor mortis - as seasons fade

enda, patrick collins. hi again this is so different ,your writing have a charm all of its own where do you get your inspiration from fav stanza is the last i luv it ,,,,,,ziggy you see autumn as a man ,mmmmmm

Delightful, eloquent, and imaginative! A forceful yet whimsical read! Bravo, young Lady!

"Poetical Proprietress Preserves".... say that 5 times fast. lol, Enjoyed your take on Autumn. And I really loved the last part too, a woman with a good strong male sense of ... is sexy as hell. Love & Light, Anna "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

How do you write with such chutzpah while retaining elegance, even delicacy? once I saw Autumn stumbling by so I tore off his leg with vigor and a villainous charm Is a piece in itself. Just wonderful. Aeron

The Left Leg is definately yours dear proprietress ... wonderfully written, enjoyed the read love and hugs Jayne x x

This is a personification of the seasons, their expressions made human brought close to our experience and perception, sensitively recreated in a theatrical moment of reflection and 'innlevelse', the Norwegian word, in-living- living-into, meaning feeling part of them. I love the first two lines, with the last fragrance making a poignant sense of the scent of dying Spring. I can see you holding her in your arms like some faded beauty hanging limply and yet still beautiful. You fearful for her future. The strange regret of asking what she had meant, a question in the air about you. Then you turn dramatically to Autumn where tearing off a leg you reveal the scars and sores of coloured leaves in their last flight, I love the 'pumpkin tears' as just yesterday I saw a crushed hip with its orange seeds bleeding out from the red skin of the fruit. Such delicate brush of the season's celebrations. Oh yes I liked it as you see dear Kata. Love from your Ann of Norway

I am awfully sorry that I am arriving so late here. The personalization of autumn in the second part is masterful, du wächst über dich selbst hinaus mit diesem Gedicht. Tief beeindruckt, ~Nina

came back to read you again when you comng back to us ,,,,,zigs

I remember throwing pumpkins (freinds did while I drove. at a group of other young peoples They chased us in their hot rods now pumpkin marred but we were gone laughing at the expressions of the horror as Our Pumpkin King sailed loftily in the night scene before melting in the pavement in Slow Mo High Def Circa 1984) a great poem Proprietress! Esker~