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Thursday, October 07, 2010

October for Magpie Tales

Magpie Tales offers the following image as prompt.




October


Retrograde Mercury
crosses the sky
triggers an Ichabod night

pines tease their taproots
my trousers cuff at curling leaves
churned by corkscrew winds

one brave star dots the lonely dark
retreats behind boiling wings
sweeping black the sky

tomorrow the sun will rise
above the ides of night
and calm will claim the day




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43 comments:

Deborah said...

A delight to read! :o)

Gabriela Abalo said...

beautiful poetry!

a pleasure to read

Helen said...

The Autumn you describe ~ an Ichabod night ~ perfect!

Kristen Haskell said...

This poem deserves an award and at the very minimum a submission to the New Yorker. Truly inspiring.

Book Bird Dog said...

A Halloween autumn night. Very nice.

Mrs.Trellis said...

Come on, somebody. Tell me what an Ichabod night is. I don't think we have them where I come from. The other images are apt, to say the least.

christine said...

Clever... an Ichabod night? Things that go bump in the night I think?

kathew said...

Ichabod Night....is that where the Headless Rider appears? Or when
someone falls asleep for 100 years?
Regardless- I love the blustery Fall feel of your poem!

signed...bkm said...

always beware that mercury in retrograde....love you reference to the stars and universe...very nice...bkm

ocdbloggergirl said...

Gorgeous imagery!

JeffScape said...

And calm will claim the night... ;)

cosmoscami said...

LOVED that Ichabod night best. Just got done ready Sleepy Hollow myself.
Nice poem.

Dave King said...

Some great images here. The first verse gets it off to a cracking start and the last snaps it shut beautifully.

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

Plain beauty... i loved the imagery you portrayed... "one brave star dots the lonely dark" --loved it..Great mag.

dana said...

I already have my sweater on: Oh how I'm already missing my short pants and no need for trouser cuffs in the leaves.

Martin H. said...

"..one brave star dots the lonely dark
retreats behind boiling wings
sweeping black the sky.." Such a beautiful verse.

EKSwitaj said...

I love the language here, and the mix of the real with folklore.

Mary said...

I just love the "Ichabod night." Nicely written!

Carrie Burtt said...

You made my heart tumble with this beautiful poem Tumblewords! :-)

Reflections said...

Beautiful, picturesque....

Nicely done.

Ruchira said...

So well expressed ! Loved it !

Jingle said...

your words flow like the floating leaves.
cool tale.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

this is gorgeous..the imagery, the wordplay...magnificent

Brian Miller said...

what fun word play...ichabod night...ides of night...very nice magpie...

Lyn said...

Wonderful spooky undertone, quite a way with words ..I could see every detail and happy for the dawn!

Selma said...

Hooley Dooley. What a delight. I am doing the 'I bow to you' dance right now. You just stagger me.

Jim Swindle said...

Beautifully written. The creativity throughout, the freshness, is something that's beyond me when I write.

I especially like "my trousers cuff at curling leaves/churned by corkscrew winds."

steviewren said...

Yikes, I think I got a glimpse of a headless horseman riding by the light of that one lone star! You really set the scene for a windy October night.

little hat said...

"my trousers cuff at curling leaves"
Nice line Tumblewords. Makes me feel like I'm walking ankle deep in leaves even thought that never happens in my non deciduous environment. WOuld you believe there is a town called Tumbulgum in my part of the world. It would perhaps be a good place for a Tumblewords person to hark from.

spacedlaw said...

Wonderful! My fsvourite is the last stanza.

Karen S said...

Snappy imagery -- crackles like an October night. Nice.

Southwest Arkie said...

Very nice magpie! Very Halloweenish indeed!

Karen said...

I love that Ichabod night!

Janice said...

Wonderful images here. My favorite: "corkscrew winds". The words paint a picture in my mind.

nimaruichi said...

Retrograde Mercury, Ichabod nights, corkscrew winds, boiling wings... and then the calm - a wealth of images and feelings.

Myrna R. said...

Lovely poem, wonderful use of words.

paysan said...

Lovely work, I really like the trouser cuff image...

Maurie Kirschner said...

ooh! wonderful. I love the combination of words like "corkscrew winds" and "ichabod night"!

ds said...

Love the associations--an Ichabod night, with ides! Clever and evocative. Thank you for sharing.

RNSANE said...

I wish I could write like you! Alas, my talent is so minimal and you soar with eagles. Beautiful!

Rogue said...

Wow! Beautiful Tumblewords!

Michael said...

Masterful!

Lydia said...

So beautifully descriptive it is as if I took the walk in those cuffed pants myself! (I am only now getting around to reading Magpie #35 at other blogs. Have been so behind that I won't allow myself to even look at the prompts for #36 and #37 yet....)