PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Seeing red
lit with hues of flame and amber
the Fall ignites pyrexic fervour
stags staccato hormone rush
scorch the burning spindle bush
charge on hot and smoky breath
the challenge even unto death
horn on horn October’s clamour
scars the grass with hoof and antler
stamping, tilting tournament
crashes through the firmament
belly deep the ireful rut
thrust and burn and undercut
herded hinds are all a quiver
safe in knowledge of the winner
Internet glitches put a damper on this entry – belatedly joining Wednesday’s MidWeek Motif: Fire
24 Comments on “Seeing red”
My Japanesque Garden
Beautifully described and a great take on the prompt!
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had this image in mind and the theme struck some inspiration 🙂 thank you!
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Oh I loved the rhythm and the sounds as I said this out aloud. Fantastic!
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Claire – thank you for your thoughts and speech 😉
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An interesting take on fire. I envision a great clashing of horns.
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dramatic moments staged even in London’s Bushy park
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Autumn fighting with winter. Great images here.
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lovely interpretation Myrna – thank you
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an exciting autumnal scene…in the fiery background of Fall, stags, fueled by fiery passion are at loggerheads for a female mate…a very unique take on the prompt….
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love the loggerheads reference – thank you Sumana
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“pyrexic” is such a delicious word. Thank you for using it.
Fiery Voices
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oops but spam catcher made a mistake! belated thanks- not sure I’ve ever used it before but liked the connotations of fire, pyre and raised temperature
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It’s not too late! 🙂 This beautiful sonnet blazes with vivid language.
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was rather hot with rage at the computer though Rosemary! thank you for your beautiful words
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Your October sonnet is beautifully penned!
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Mary, I appreciate your reference to the original meaning of sonus/son sound/song
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Thanks for your perceptive take on this dramatic, colorful time of year!
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and many thanks for your wonderful words Beth
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What October intensity. Love the rhythm and rhymes of this sonnet.. truly wonderful.
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very re-assuring words Bjorn – the rhythm emerged of its own accord but was not sure about it
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Just recently a friend posted pics of a stag burn on Facebook, so I had that in mind reading this. Love the sense of fire here in the marking of territory and challenge, in the rutting, in the time of year. Love the end couplet too–a surety that the herd will have a buck in charge.
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belated response Susan – sorry missed this – the sounds and antics go with the fiery hues of autumn leaves – thank you for your words as was not sure about the ending – its tame but the does are the opposite of fire!
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I love your take on Fire…great imagery and photo describing the rut that is upon us with our deer too….and I enjoyed how there seemed to be a seasonal theme and fight here too.
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love the way ire and fire rhyme and sum up the rut – sensational event perhaps even more so when it takes place in the somewaht tame surounds of London parkland as here near Hamtpon Court
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