Autumn

Your feelings turned
and fell with the foliage.
Decayed beneath chilled feet.
The tempest stripped leaves,
revealing barren lines
of skeleton trees,
for winter yearns for autumn,
but spring does not wait for us.

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26 Worn Sheets, Tangled #postitnotepoetry

ELsPOEM

At some point during the month I promised I would write a poem by Ella-Louise, my occassional alter ego (as it sometimes feels to exist in her fictional skin) over at Post Marked-Piper’s Reach. It is full of longing. Whether I’ve pulled off her voice in this, remains to be seen. This came as a single line – to desire a man, not mine to desire – as I walked through the shopping centre car park on Sunday. Such places we find the voices of our narratives!

The title is a nod of the head to the influence of Kaaron Warren’s and Angela Slatter’s story titles (Kaaron’s White Bed and Angela’s Dresses, Three). Both stories appear as reprints in the March release In Fabula-divino (edited by Nicole Murphy).