Forever emerald

October is forever emerald
it has a poetic ring -but why conjure dull browns
under overcast skies, or rejoice in the primal
passing glories of decay
the Yew stands in for heaven
there’s a beryllium stone half-buried
securely verdant in a velvet box
these years make wearing hard to bear
early on it was already almost Autumn
August just a passing fancy
till late September sealed us up in sanctity
and even with that fatal disengagement
an ultimatum unforseen, still October is
enduringly green, as the emerald
on my hand, unseen

Putting this in the Poetry Pantry with the other collections for some Sunday reading


  1. Such beautiful imagery, and yet there’s a ghost of melancholy around it at, for me at least, especially around the idea of rings only the subject knows about. It made me think of a widow, once happily married in October, missing the days when love and the world were still green.


    1. tinges of sadness for sure but not as far gone as melancholia – emerald green is too reviving for that.Green is always there in nature – we just have to look to the evergreens or under the snow in your case!


  2. I think there must be a story behind this poem really, and now as I read the comments I see that there is. What a stunning way to put your thoughts and emotions together; and now I really understand why October is green!


Leave a Reply to Laura Bloomsbury Cancel reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.