made inglorious by primavera
masquerading as
an unruly autumn crone
showing all manner
of temper and tantrum
storms strewn wild
gale force winds
upending trees
still clad in fur by the fire
we wait for her
to rally her spent army
defeat the bleak
infuse sunshine into sad bones
so we can be shot of winter rags
and frolic in the sea with neptune
Mid Week Motif ...Poets United
I LOVE the personifications herein, aided by your illustrations. We see through the disguise of the crone, and look forward to frolic with the god of the sea. Of course, we may be confused by outward appearance--it may be the crone who will end our discontent. I, too, used the Shakespeare! (Shall I post this poem for you? I sought it out because of the lovely comment you left on mine.)
ReplyDeleteYou may be able to frolic in the wintry sea in Oz, but for those of us in more northern climes, a winter sea frolic sounds like pure torture!
ReplyDeleteIt's Spring Down Under.The weather is frightful. I always start swimming in early October. Not this year.
ReplyDeleteI hope things warm up for you soon...........but not TOO much, as seems to be the case, with summers any more.
ReplyDeleteI loved the personification as an autumn crone and how you picture the stormy winds with upended trees. It indeed sounds wonderful to be frolicking with the sea god in sunshine and brightness.
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Shakeaspeare looks really cool in those sun glasses.
ReplyDeleteLuv all your verses Rall
much love...
So that is Neptune is it? He's got a great six pack and I've got no chance!
ReplyDeleteLOL...Aussie lifesavers are very easy on the eye:)
ReplyDeleteThe old crone is making quite the game of climate change. Our sages up north are only guessing what wintery fate awaits us.
ReplyDeleteI love your Shakespearean tryst here.
Thank you B. I am in a Shakespearean mood so expect more in this style:)
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, and that last quote by Shakespeare.
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