Autumn Leaves (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
These creeping fears
Slither in
Every crevice
I am dumbfounded by regret
I can neither recognise
Nor name
As the leaves of autumn fall
Chilled through
I am skeletal ice
Skin stretched blue
Across cheekbones
As I stumble to the pit
To descend
As the leaves of autumn fall
Perhaps the fiery abyss
Will warm
My sunken heart
Awaken new rhythm
To its deadened
Bludgeoned beat
As the leaves of autumn fall…
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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“I am skeletal ice
Skin stretched blue
Across cheekbones
As I stumble to the pit”
In awe with this part.
Thank you so much, so much appreciated!! š
Skeletal Ice! Brilliant! Love that line. Excellent poem, Helen.
Thanks so much, Ray! I had this come into my head as I walked to work yesterday and it really was that freezing cold in my part of the world, so the phrase just occurred. š
Wow!
Thank you!!! š
“Crevice – now there’s a dirty word, Blackadder.” Lord Melchett
LOLOLOL!!! š š
Love the shift from cold to hot in the terminology. ‘Skeletal ice’ is (as everyone said) an amazingly cool phrase too.
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Oh Helen! This is simply gorgeous!
Thanks Briana…came into my head as I walked to work in the cold morning air, seeing the autumn leaves scattered around me. š
You have an amazing mastery of language =)
Thank you so much – from someone of your writing calibre, with your so unique way with words, that means so much!! š
Awwww thank you!