it’s not rain
nor persistent wind —
autumn’s weight
is darkness
penetrating skin and veins
turning blood to stone
dressed in shroud
of moss and bracken
somber songs
from corpse lights
battle Morpheus’ calls for sleep —
sleepless in October
Dark Forest by Ivan Shishkin
I have often seen Shadormas from poetry friend but never tried. Now when Marian asks us for the form at toads it’s time to try my hands at the form. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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October 14, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
An excellent poem. Sleepless…dark poem. I am certainly sleepless in any month. I tried a shadorms for the first time as well.
Oh how beautifully have you painted that darkness, and made it so melancholy.
Very, very lovely. Dark and just… lovely.
Decliously dark and beguiling!💘
“Autumn’s weight is darkness”…what a deep and beautiful line. This is lovely Bjorn!!
So beautiful, so dark…like The Omen
perfect October shadorma
You have some pretty impressive lines here, Bjorn. I love the part of the poem about the weight being darkness and how you match that with blood turning to stone. Well done and viva la!
This is a splendid piece. ‘autumn’s weight’ sent my mind in directions, I do not think it has ever been before – a stunningly and powerfully evocative image. And thanks, for the intro to Shadormas – a new form (for me).
October definitely is that kind of month! Really like your shadorma, Bjorn.
The dark side of october, well we all have that too.
dark but perfectly written An awesome poem
I love the title, Bjorn! I had a sleepless night on Friday – I can never sleep when my husband’s away. I love the lines:
‘autumn’s weight
is darkness
penetrating skin and veins
turning blood to stone’.
What I love about your poem is how the form does not influence the intention at all. The sombre mood of autumn is the focal point and the description is stellar.
I love the idea that ‘Autumn’s weight is darkness’.
Autumn’s weight is darkness.. love that!
A delicious masterpiece of words!
Anna :o]
I am aware of autumn’s “darkness.” I call it melancholy at the edge. Maybe we don’t see it directly, but it is there all the same.
The thought of blood turned stone left me cold, cold, cold…
These are beautiful, Bjorn.
Perfect capture of
the dark side of autumn
namaste
JzB
This was amazing, you’ve taken elements from mythology and horror and molded it into this fine piece of art! I like it!
Beautiful, Bjorn.
I am constantly learning new poetry forms … and likewise constantly impressed with the talent here!
“autumn’s weight
is darkness”
Very profound image. Happy Sunday Björn. Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard
Much💖love
I especially love the “shroud of moss and bracken.” This poem is wonderfully imbued with mood, Bjorn. Loved it.
penetrating skin and veins
turning blood to stone….beautiful lines.
When we lived in Finland, fall was always the impending dark. Beautifully captured mood of the season, Bjorn.
My, it’s a bleak and brooding autumn you have up there! Here, it is like Spring only richer, with echoes of Keats’s ‘mists and mellow fruitfulness’, my favourite season.
Aha, are they doing shadorma at toads? I must have a play!
‘autumn’s weight
is darkness”
I love that. It says so much in so few words. I also happen to like this form.
autumn’s weight is darkness
penetrating skin and veins
The downside of Autumn can be most mystifying when darkness falls!
Very true in many instances.
Hank
Second stanza is absolutely beautiful…. autumn in words!!!
The door to summer is closing and winter is closing in. I’m bracing for the darkness and savoring the light.
You’ve correctly identified the weight of autumn. It’s a weight I gladly assume after the glare of summer.
Ha.. there’s a difference between Sweden and the Southwest.
Yes, there is a haunting… My father felt the haunting weight of autumn. Every year he’d say how he hated autumn. The angle of the sun, the entrance of shortened daylight weighted down his spirit.