November

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Tue, 22 Nov 2016
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November you’re the darkest shade

Of nothing but a death parade

 

Delight you do in grim decay

Cruel winds to blow it all away

 

Make ashes of our summer days

Extinguish gentle, autumn haze

 

How tight you squeeze the afternoon

As trees strip to your doleful tune

 

There’s nothing in your meagre light

No comfort in your swollen nights

 

Where demons wait and sorrow dwells

The bleakest shadows of ourselves

 

All bunkered down we think again

In quiet hours remember them

 

And hearts sink with the setting sun

So soon the day is over - done

 

We’re older under your grey skies

We lean into the year’s demise

 

Now winter’s bed is truly made

And nature’s exploits tired and frayed

 

The song of our year is nearly played

But the cold and dark - repeat to fade

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I rather like this, Jane. especially the idea of swollen nights, though when I was writing my 'November' for my 'Months of the year' series I did try to note those cheerful interludes, and the niceness of bunkering down with the curtains drawn and the electric lights on in the evening, after noting the scruffiness and sinking moods! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for your lovely comment Rhiannow. I tried to find a spark, I really did but there just wasn't one. Roll on December, I feel much better after the winter solstice!

 

Submitted by seashore on

I'm not usually a fan of rhyming poetry, but I love this.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I'm not really a fan of it either seashore but non-rhyming is often a bigger challenge for me. I'm pleased you enjoyed it and thanks for commenting.

 

 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you for the cherries - cherries for moaning about my least favourite month a bonus...x

 

Submitted by celticman on

ashes of our day. I know how that feels in some ways. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I also try and fail to find something positive about this gloomy month - hygge can bugger off as far as  I"m concerned - it makes no difference. I liked the poem!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks celticman, perhaps there are still a few embers.

Hygge - I had to look it up, playing with lego by candlelight whlle drinking Skol and eating a cinnamon swirl, yes I'll try it with my imaginary friends. Thanks insert.

 

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Good November poem, Jane. These last few days have felt truly wintry. That last line 'repeat to fade', yes.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks elsie, I think we need a lift this time of year don't we. By the way you're not an old heffer at 60, plenty of gardening years left in you.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

It's burn out month and your poem captures all aspects of the condition.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Vera. It sure is. I've got so much seratonin I can't finish a sentence without falling asleep not good when you.......