Sunday, August 23, 2015

Brittle

The moon wallows
in dust bin clouds.
August is a dragon
burning color from
the roses outside
my window.
I hate the scent
of brittle.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

I chose Mama Zen's power image. Mine is the moon.
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18 comments:

brudberg said...

There is something gently menacing about August.. The dragon-breath is felt in those roses.

Gillena Cox said...

Very strong images, luv it, happy you dropped by to read mine

Much love...

Fireblossom said...

I love the dragon metaphor.

georgeplace2013 said...

This is just perfect. Love your autumn images.

Gail said...

So perfect. August is a dragon.

Thanks for visiting.

angieinspired said...

I hate the scent of brittle too. Everything in California is dry, dry, dry. The moon is the only thing that looks a little milky.

Grace said...

August is a dragon, what a striking metaphor ~ Really well done Susie ~

jewel grey said...

Sheesh. This is awesome.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Have you been reading my mind? Because these rain-less days (in Washington State) have certainly make me "hate the scent of brittle".

kaykuala said...

Autumn does not seem to be awaited for! Heat of summer is lingering menacingly

Hank

Rommy said...

August is the herald of the little deaths that start in September, fierce and consuming like a dragon.

rallentanda said...

August is a wicked month..your poem is mastery in imagery...brilliant !

Sumana Roy said...

August does become a dragon...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This conveys an autumnal mood very well.

Other Mary said...

Best ever description of August, my least favorite month.

Mama Zen said...

I just realized that I was typing the exact same comment as Other Mary! This is a brilliant piece.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Very beautifully said, all the same.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the dragon!!