Thursday 5 November 2015

3 Poems by Susandale


A golden hush
Crimson and bronze days
And the earth willing
I am not
To relinquish autumn
To smoke-silvered November

The crying song of geese
Curling clouds in the skies
And in the margins of my dreams
Autumn lingers long


Hold autumn close
When the sun strikes broadside
Reach into its heart of gold
One last moment

Plunder her golden orb
On the path of summer’ glory
A whispered lullaby
To rock cradle of sleep
October –  on the outskirts of summer dreams
Drink deep the poem of autumn

November, 2014
November with its penitential air
It’s faded shutters of sun

Melancholy lady
carrying a candle
flickering through the fog


Susandale’s poems and fiction are on WestWard Quarterly, Ken *Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan. She has two published chapbooks on the internet: Spaces Among Spaces by and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressure.

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