Forests glow
hues of madder red and amber
leaf fall, deepening the floor.
A ferment of chestnuts, wild cherry
crimson pillows that hang and drop
from a burnished Spindle bush.
Vermillion weave of trees
red hinds in-step silently
rufous coats polished tan.
Stock still under scarlet sycamore
a flinching, quivering vigilance
whites of eye, uneasy ears
noses pressed to the scent
of stag.
September silence breaks; bellows of buck
piped, hot and smoky from wrathful guts
in the now damp air of autumn.
Horned crowns tilt and joust
bare branch, tossing clouds
of crimson and claret.
Readied now for the red rage rut
bloodshot eyed and face to face
a stamping, charging tournament
bone on bone, they slash and cut
crashing , clashing heaving breath
sanguine charges, sometimes death
For my MTB prompt: “The Colour Motif and Amy Lowell’s Imagism” we are focusing in on a colour of our choice. Here the motif is red which in turn symbolises the wrathful energy of the rut and runs through the theme of autumn. The poetry style tries to emulate the principles of Imagist poetry as outlined by Lowell.
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