Edge of Autumn

Edge of Autumn
Category: Writing and Poetry

 

I heard your voice

echoing from the womb

of canyons, murmuring

my name.

Winding rock against earthen bowl

beneath the grind of grain.

You tried to pin me

under your fingers

a stormy sea of mercury

and blame.

I held you moments beyond

the last crest of breath

crisp within my lungs.

You wore me like

a camel's thirst

a burden upon your back.

I splashed you organdy

against an evening sky,

wood smoked and winter rye.

You felt me billow

with the falling rain

crying past the edge of autumn.

Yet you hungered

and still you fed

upon the desert breast

lips cracked and carrion dry.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Excellent poetry. Beautiful.

[Laura E. Aranda]

WOW
The imagery was out of this world! I loved this poem and have to keep it so I can return and read it again. The only misspelling:

murmering
You need murmuring instead.......By the way, I LOVE your avatar picture......you are so pretty!!!!!!

Cheers,lea

[Michael X]

Your work is stunning, transporting, touching, pure depth, just Wow.
I really enjoy the feature presented with artistry, pure passion and metaphor.