October sky

Dented pewter-sheets
are hanging low,
and weigh my brow,

it’s neither sunset
cotton-candy-fluff
of summer nights
nor striations
carved on indigo.

It’s not the thunder-
heads of rage exploding
‘fore they fade.

It’s melancholy —
furiously fashioned ink-
washed shades.
.
A shroud:
this clouded sky of fall.

Nocturne, Grey And Gold by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

Nocturne, Grey And Gold by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

Today Kim runs her first prompt on dVerse. A quadrille (44 words exactly) using the word cloud. Visit for some additional inspiration. Bar opens at 9 PM CET.

October 10, 2016

32 responses to “October sky

  1. This is so “today” for me. An oppressive shroud. For a moment a slant of sunshine but it went away and I still have a lot of gardening to do. You really captured the mood of the season.

  2. “It’s melancholy —
    furiously fashioned ink-
    washed shades.” – a perfect way to describe Autumn! I know the undertones are heavy and gray/dark, but I enjoy them, both in your poetry and in the skylines.

  3. You had me at “pewter sheets” but today here the sky is electric blue with low temps, & the clouds are putting on a dumb show. I like your lines /furiously fashioned ink-/washed shades./

  4. This is so well done — the comparison of clouded skies in different seasons and finally moving to the melancholy of autumn. Use of the word shroud – melancholy essence in your words here.

  5. There’s a gentle darkness about this poem, Bjorn. I love the pewter sheets and the feeling of heaviness that lifts and falls. My favourite phrases are ‘striations carved on indigo’ and ‘furiously fashioned ink-washed shades’. Those blues are so full of melancholy.

  6. All those different clouds, I can picture them all. The different moods at different times of year. You conjure them up so well, and then bring us back to autumn.

  7. I love your opening lines, Bjorn that set the tone for the dreary gray day. We had a day like that today after a couple of days of sunshine after the hurricane blew through here. I dread those kinds of days when there’s cold added to them.

  8. “It’s melancholy —
    furiously fashioned ink-
    washed shades.

    A shroud:
    this clouded sky of fall.”

    ~wow! Excellent imagery, Bjorn. This speaks deeper than fall, to me.

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