Poem -
Autumn Claws
The verbena look silly, old ladies
They age
jaded... their dresses as
This summer ends
I want to paint them bright purple
run a comb through their stems
I want to hold up their drooping
Want to play let's pretend
but summer has partied
Hungover are all
and rough are the last belles
To exit the ball
And ill,
with the short days and cold
blowing winds
so I sit with their suffering
As Autumn claws kill
once again
M ~
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Sigh, I couldn't feel this anymore. There's a sadness to the end of summer, and life in general. Very beautifully written, Marionette. Sad and beautiful.
Lots of love,
M.
And lots of love and many thanks back M x
Dear Marion, ouch! I can feel the claws. Great writing. Hugs, B
Thanks love... hugs x
Careful placed wording with some raw talent
Raw... very raw being the correct word lol 😂 Thanks Rory x
How stunning, happy autumn dearest Marion, I miss England's glow in this season,
I want to paint them bright purple
run a comb through their stems
It's 10 am and I'm wearing my bed hair, how did you know! 🤣 Brilliance of you. 🌹
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