1.
They're paired again. Autumn and drab rain
dropping, dripping, the way to decay.
A tearful path of bister down to earth.
2.
October brims the brook. Full pelt
besides the railway track, all gush
and gurgle down to the cold, stone bridge.
3.
Foggy morning heron descends on stilts
a slate wader, careful to disturb the catch.
They say only Halcyon1 lights our long lost days.
4.
Greyer still and I paint mostly neutrals now
bundling brushstrokes into abstract. Wild asemic 2
swirls disguise your name as dedication.
5.
Colours seep from our memoir. Keepsakes
dessicate in my hand. But winter is holding out
a promise, to sleep once more with you.
- Genus of Tree Kingfisher – associated with calm days of winter from a Greek myth of love, death, & transfiguration [more] ↩︎
- using lines and symbols that look like writing, but do not have any meaning: ↩︎
For my MTB prompt “Imagism in 5” we are writing a Cadralor that has 5 distinct imagist stanzas each with a subtle association whilst #5 draws them together into a poem of love and yearning.
I have mirrored the stanzas I wrote for a previous Cadralor – A third October
