Two Faced Autumn.
Autumn, a fickle friend.
Fair autumn you
are fickle yet,
beguiling with your
lustrous eye,
bejewelled beauty
tempting all
with fulsome feast
laid at your door:
and summer’s warmth
to hunger there.
But….
Beware you wayward
traveller here,
taste not those fruits
that so entice,
for sudden is her
turn of face:
she’ll cast you down
with angered spear,
call out her rage
with violent might
to carve your flesh by
silver blade.
© sweetwater 2023
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Very well written. I was quite stunned because I guess your rendition is much simpler, but this one has layers of interpretation. Well done.
Supratik
Thank you Supratik, that’s very kind.
It was going to be a short poem but the weather changed rapidly and the short one was no longer relevant 🙂 sue.
Oh great ! This one for sure is more enjoyable. ☺
A modest jewel really.
Thank you for commenting, but I am not sure if you liked it or thought it mediocre? I’ve been trying to decide which for days. Appreciate you reading it though whichever way it went. 🙂 sue.
Not my favourite time of year, and to call it fickle couldn’t be a better description and you express it very well here.
Thank you very much 🙂
I love the autumn you never know what you will get.
Hi Trevor, Thank you for your comments they are much appreciated, I’m very pleased you liked this longer poem.
As for presentation, if you knew how much time I spend banging my head against a brick wall trying to come up with a better layout for my poems you’d be sending in the white coated chaps!
I just cannot figure it out, so annoying. I chop and change and fiddle but still it looks rather bland. :-/ sue.