The Black-Wit Reveller

Words will fall like leaves on a windy autumn day. It's a party.

This poem has moved. Be sure to click on the youtube link below to read and listen:)

Audio at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4NqmOvVZXQ

Published in Strays. Available on Amazon.

Strays is a collection of two extended narratives and more than forty love-themed poems, exploring the meaning of romantic love while we have it and attempting to find the healing after its loss. Found within these pages is the short story Gutter Dog, the novelette Ginni, and the poems False Skin, the Boy Who Wore Clothes, and the Black-Wit Reveller.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

They await out the night under a blanket of ivory, silent, bereft, and wondering -- love this line...totally felt this one in the heart, my friend.

You always blend emotion and wit so well in your work. Your language choice is great, as is your tone and style. Completely entertained me with this one, and touched me as well.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Sarah.

[Anand Sehgal]

A cycle, A contrast, A portrait.
images you used to portrait seasons/ phases/ moods are awesome. it is layered, and I see a lot of introspection it it. Loved your write , Pryde :) :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Anand. So glad you enjoyed.

[kublakhan27]

Absolute brilliance...all my life I've been obsessed with the changing of the seasons, and a good bit of my early writing reflects that (some of my future writing may reflect it as well, as I tend to gravitate to that theme in the winter), but this is as eloquent an ode to the cycle as I've read in a long time...my favourite of yours to date...awesome.

[Pryde Foltz]

I am humbled. Thank you, Steve. I just read your little autumn number and I can say the admiration is mutual.

[kublakhan27]

Always my pleasure Pryde.

[annie lee]

This is wonderful, a paean to the world's majestic cycles. Beautiful images and feelings.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Annie.

[Frieda P]

I like your party invite to enjoy the seasons Pryde, unique, quirky and delightful read...

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Frieda. Wear your brightest frock or go leafless. Wink.

[Frieda P]

Oh it's a come as you are party haha

[Pryde Foltz]

hahahahaha

[Sami Khalil]

Very imaginative and carries a message about nature and how she likes to party wearing splendid attires in those seasons especially autumn and how when she dies there will be riotous parties. I feel this as witty or have some sarcasm too...The tilte is long but it sums up the poem...Bravo...:)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Sami. Yes, I think you are right about the title. I think I will cut it to the black-wit reveller. Thank again.

[Sami Khalil]

I like that alot. More direct and powerful. You are welcome...:)

[Pryde Foltz]

I set out to write a poem about autumn and, well, got carried away with the word-play. The gist--our beloved nature, party-girl extraordinaire, wears red, yellow and orange to her own funeral and riotous evening is had. Thank you for reading.