Eight views of fall

I.

Gathering of clouds: dusk being
the dark denominator
of autumn equinox and sheets of rain.

II.

Not even the raven can cease to shiver
underneath the shadows from a skein of geese.

III.

Brittle are the stems of oak leaves
clinging to its boughs —
darkly waiting for a pantomime of fall.

IV.

The soft hand of a woman, nested
in another hand — ungloved and bared
necessity or autumn equinox?

V.

The way the blue sky is less a promise
than Potemkin village
is the essence of lingering on precipice of Mabon.

VI

Dawn in fall is rub of blood-
shot eyes and weight of canopies on
pillowed leaves pretending to have slept.

VII

The harvest moon
remains on sky, perched as ghost on blue
with whiteness as from bones;
a night that overshadows day.

VIII.

Inevitable, the gravel path meandering
through fallen leaves cannot tell the secrets,
whispered in a young girl’s ear
of summer’s passed.

Woman with raven by Pablo Picasso

Woman with raven by Pablo Picasso

Today we have Open Link at dVerse, and I will be hosting. Bring any poem and join the fun. Pub opens at 9PM EST, at this day of autumn equinox. I re-read the poem “Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird” by Wallace Stevens and brought my ideas to the aspect of this day. I also link this to the Tuesday Platform with Kerry at toads

September 22, 2016

51 responses to “Eight views of fall

      • I love the way he used “moving” to mean two different things.

        This is an incredible phrase to have created:
        “the dark denominator”

        Yesterday, IV was my favorite. Today it’s the flip-flop: VI.

  1. Each one is beautiful Bjorn, specially 2nd and 6th one. That poem by Wallace is a classic. I must admit that I am not yet ready for autumn season, smiles.

  2. Grace & I aways seem to have preferences in tandem; II & VI were killer, real hooks in our cortex–love the lines /not even the raven can cease to shiver/underneath shadows from a skein of/geese/. You’re right, brother, this form would be welcome with FFA or MTB.

  3. There is something a little ominous in this string of short verse about fall. Or maybe I’m projecting my own dislike of the shortening days onto your verse. At any rate, they are all well written.

  4. Very chilling. I dislike fall because it leads to winter. I love your words and how each stanza creates a different atmosphere in my mind. A challenging style as well and brilliantly crafted.

  5. I love the whole poem, but these lines are my favourite:
    ‘Brittle are the stems of oak leaves
    clinging to its boughs —
    darkly waiting for a pantomime of fall.’

  6. These are exquisite, Bjorn. I love writing poetry based on Stevens 12 Ways…and sort of did the same thing only using haiku. Rather wish I’d not confined myself, but let loose as you have. I don’t know the story behind #5. Homework!

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  8. THe Raven shivering….packs an emotional punch. I liked them all, Bjorn. They are so descriptive, I could feel the sharpness, the sheeting rains of your country. We have nothing like that here….second day of fall feels like…summer. There is something of Issa in our weather that could be composed. LOL!

  9. This is beautifully rendered with a wonderful timeless, wise, mystic-esque quality to it – like an old journal discovered in a secret compartment of an old scholar’s ancient desk.

  10. Love the raven stanza. These are chilling. On this cool sunny day, this poetry makes me brace for what’s to come!
    I’m so sorry I missed this prompt. Just closed yesterday. I’ll try the next one.

  11. The first stanza, or view, made me grin like a happy lunatic. After that stanza, I couldn’t stop the speaker wearing leather… except gloves, of course, which she removed in the 4th stanza.

    Love this, Bjorn. 😀

  12. Oh I do love these — what beautiful language nature gives us. Autumn is definitely my fave season for poetic inspiration.There’s something wonderful about its mystery, cooling and changing — you made me feel that with these, even when it’s still 90 degrees outside where I live..Thanks for sharing.

  13. A very sweet poem, Bjorn–and gives me a feeling of what fall must feel like in the far north. We feel it intensely here too in the mountains, though the effect on the light is not yet so dramatic. Thanks. k.

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