New November





New November

Fear ripped the skins from birds,
coating me in their shadows,

and feathers,
careening through sky.

The oak tree outside
shares my tenacious love 

for the past-
refusing to release last seasons leaves,

clutched tightly in branches fist,
dryer than a skeleton's dismissive kiss.




This Quadrille was prompted by the fun folks over at DVerse.

©2021 Christopher Reilley 

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  1. Some very interesting imagery. Even though the poem is only 44 words.

    Happy Monday

    Much💛love

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  2. "refusing to release last seasons leaves,

    clutched tightly in branches fist,
    dryer than a skeleton's dismissive kiss."

    Love the image this presents, and the personification as well. Excellent use of the word....I enjoyed this very much.

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  3. I love the text, the dry leaves refusing to leave reminds me of an old oak... those leave always stay the longest.

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  4. eww! I don't think I'd like a skeleton's kiss, whether it's dismissive or not, Chris!

    :)
    David

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  5. I admire your personification of the oak tree specially with: refusing to release last seasons leaves. I imagine someone with a deep seated hurts, never releasing it outside.

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  6. Your opening lines are killer; excellent. "fear ripped the skins from birds, coating me in their shadows and feathers". I REALLY ENJOYED THE POEM.

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  7. This is deliciously dark and perfect for the season. I love; "The oak tree outside shares my tenacious love for the past."💝💝

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  8. That last line was brilliant and caustic, and the first lined perfectly fraught with terror.
    pax,
    dora

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  9. The near nostalgia but harsh ending. Wow.

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  10. Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!

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  11. Love your quadrille ... of all the trees on my street, the tree in front of our home still has its vibrant yellow leaves. The rest are bare. It must like me.

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