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.
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.
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October 10, 2016

This is beautiful, Björn! Truly beautiful!
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.
“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.
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./
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write!! ❤️
So many types of clouds there are in the world. I like how you start describing these clouds by what they are not before telling us what they are.
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.
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.
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.
Thankfully not our sky today. Love this part:
It’s melancholy —
furiously fashioned ink-
washed shades.
Very well written.
Language to die for…so well written and all collected together for me by the word shroud. Say it out loud. SHROUD. What a word.
I can appreciate this melancholy of fall in your words.
Such a heavy blanket smothering all vibrant colors.
Ah! Well done!
The fall does seem to have more depressing clouds than summer.
A shroud indeed, or a veil, but not necessarily a bad thing. Well done!
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.
Yes. Perfect descriptions here, especially all that it is not.
“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.
breathtaking descriptions. melancholy is felt.
So beautiful Björn, ‘this clouded sky of fall’.
“It’s melancholy —
furiously fashioned ink-
washed shades.” ………. exactly right
Beautiful write, Bjorn. 🙂
I hear you. The dark clouds heighten the sombre mood of fall. Nice write here.
It’s melancholy —
furiously fashioned ink-
washed shades.
Yes, feelings of loss can weigh all the time to harass one’s mind
Hank
I really like the rhythm in this piece. Well done.
sounds like the sky right before a storm.
last stanza is my favorite.
the loss is palpable, those cloudy days always wear me down.
original and beautiful–clouds are not easy to translate
“It’s melancholy —
furiously fashioned ink-
washed shades.”
Beautifully written! ❤
Very nice read. I love the last lines: “A shroud/ this clouded sky of fall” Brilliant.