Mutatio

December 09, 2018

Frost comes without invitation

to strip butterfly wings from marigolds’

defiant orange resistance to change.

…Seasons can be cruel…

I collect my journals of dead things,

faded ink spills of pedestal-ed heartbreak,

and poem a match to burn winter from me.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Real Toads ~ Fussy Little Forms ~ Puente

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…

Fantastic, Susie! Loved it.

December 9, 2018 at 8:12 PM

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…

I love it all – and particularly that last line. It sizzles like the match striking.

December 9, 2018 at 9:14 PM

Dr. Vandana Sharma said…

Piogant yet brave to let go of things and emotions.

December 9, 2018 at 9:31 PM

Margaret said…

a poem being a match... I SO love that.

December 10, 2018 at 12:21 AM

Kerry O'Connor said…

What I have enjoyed the most in these puente poems is the way the second half develops the initial idea to most unexpected ends.. none so much as in your poem, Susie. The finale is brilliant.

December 10, 2018 at 1:30 AM

Marian said…

Wow, these images!
Burn winter from you... stay warm! I love pedestal-ed heartbreak in particular, and journals of dead things... I guess I have one of those, too. :)

December 10, 2018 at 5:10 AM