Salt and pepper clouds on pewter sky
Thick marrow, mashed with maple syrup
Pumpkin skinned rhubarb and apple pie
Drizzled curry and thick cream on vegetable soup
Fallowed leaves on twigs twisted in cinnamon bow
Bitter chocolate, cold wine, pints of sorrow on
fallen pine cones
Harvested pots of color: russet, crimson,
lurid yellow, blazing sepia & burnt amber on shelves
Faded photographs of black crows, echoes
of requiem mass
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Wah! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love this. The imagery is delicious, and always, so eloquently and beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteAn autumn feast for the senses with a suitably sombre ending. I keep hearing those 'echoes of requiem mass' myself.
ReplyDeleteThis is a delicious October pantry, Grace, which appeals to all the senses. I especially love the change in key from major to minor in the ending:
ReplyDelete‘Faded photographs of black crows, echoes
of requiem mass’.
I do love such a feast... even if it feels that it has a solemn ending. The word pantry has meant so much more in these times of social distancing.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE all the imagery! <3 <3 The sky, the soup, the colors...!
ReplyDeleteAn autumnal feast. How wonderful - you paint a great still life.
ReplyDeleteI always find I think of your poems as paintings. Do you paint as well?
My goodness this is stunning! Especially love; "Fallowed leaves on twigs twisted in cinnamon bow/Bitter chocolate, cold wine, pints of sorrow on fallen pine cones."💝
ReplyDeleteFantabulous, Grace! I love your crock pot of delicious and poignant imagery! It brought out all the flavors and feelings this Fall conjures up.
ReplyDeleteIt may not need any help, but you make autumn a treat for the senses.
ReplyDeleteA sumptuous feast for the soul served on colorful palette!
ReplyDeleteLuvit.
ReplyDeleteI love all the decadent description and the title is perfect! Beautiful images to match the words.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful evocation of the season.
ReplyDeleteI love your cornucopia of color, fragrance, and mood. A wonderful harvest time poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely autumn poem
ReplyDeleteSo fine..All the autumnal treats are followed by reminders of death
ReplyDelete"Bitter chocolate, cold wine, pints of sorrow on
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I love that change of mood, that contrast among all that sumptuousness. Gets the reader thinking..well done, JIM
Delicious writing here - each mouth-watering image followed in autumn's progress with something bitter, something cold. - and lovely sounds here - 'pints' on 'pine cones' 'marrow' 'mashed' 'maple'
ReplyDeleteLove this, Grace! Lovingly relates
ReplyDeleteto sustenance of food on the plate
Hank
This was lovely, scrumptious.
ReplyDeleteFall has so much beauty to share with us. Your poems describes it perfectly. The leaf photo is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteA splendid autumn pantry, so comforting in scents and colours. The faded photos of crows felt like an echo of seasons passed.
ReplyDeleteThe mood of October captured in images. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI especially liked these lines,
"Salt and pepper clouds on pewter sky
Thick marrow, mashed with maple syrup"
This is almost a harvest festival but with such uncompromising twists from drizzled curry to the pints of sorrow on pine cones. Unique imagery, loved it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I hope that you had a beautiful Thanksgiving. xo
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Grace! Very well written.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful! Keep them coming...
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ReplyDeleteSuch vivid imagery....so beautifully written, with hints of loss and elegy woven through so artfully.
ReplyDeletei smelled. I tasted. I felt the chasm, too. Vivid, Grace.
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