Dust Spew of Dragons

 

I love dragon fields

spewing August dust

into rain barren clouds.

 

The anger of summer

at the end of its rope

is theater I understand.

 

Inevitable chokes with its curse,

and the rib shredding of change

doesn’t earn our applause.

 

Sisters of sun and steamed pudding moon

we know Autumn will soon arrive

to taunt us with winter.


©Susie Clevenger 2020

Comments

  1. You have given the seasons a voice and brought them to life in the way their forces make them. I can feel the bitter heat in these lines. I love the line "dragon fields spewing August dust" An amazing poem Susie!

    ReplyDelete
  2. That second stanza blew me away, Susie! *grabs a pole and hangs on*

    ReplyDelete
  3. Late summer is the best. Ours comes towards the middle of September.
    It was fun going through the seasons with your write.
    ..

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Agreed with Fireblossom on the 2nd stanza! But I think I like the first stanza even better --
      "I love dragon fields / spewing August dust / into rain barren clouds." Wow!

      Delete
  4. This is amazing, Susie--so completely restrained and forceful, full of power and the sense of nature both in us and around us somehow distorted, almost human in its expression of darkness. Love the opening lines that hit with a wallop, and "..The anger of summer/at the end of its rope.." --and who isn't full of that right now?--does feel like a drama the heart could easily write. Exquisite.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Love, love, love the images in this! That "steamed pudding moon" is a perfect for this lingering heat and the rest of the images get at the uneasiness and emptiness of this end of the season.

    ReplyDelete
  6. The end of summer reflects the bounty of harvest for me. I loved the "steamed pudding moon". This summer, however, leaves a world in the throes of pandemic, discontent and fear. The prospect of the cold sleep of winter seems almost hopeful. I admire your word skill.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Summer, at the end of its rope!!!! Beyond wonderful.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Summer is fading and autumn will arrive soon. I wonder if summer's anger will carry over into autumn? You had me at dragon fields that first verse really sets the tone. Beautiful writing.

    ReplyDelete
  9. And with the ways of the world at the moment, who can blame summer?

    ReplyDelete
  10. Theater I, too, can understand; though I always have trouble accepting. Well done, SC!

    ReplyDelete
  11. This is perfect! I especially love the "The anger of summer at the end of its rope" but the whole thing really is spectacular.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Fantastic, summer at the end of its rope......"sisters of sun and steamed pudding moon." Just wow.

    ReplyDelete
  13. Such a brilliant description, 'the anger of summer / at the end of its rope'. The image of 'dragon fields' is arresting and it all just builds from there. Love it.

    ReplyDelete
  14. As most blog folks know i luv moon poems so your phrase
    "steamed pudding moon" i think is awesome

    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    MuchπŸ’love

    ReplyDelete
  15. This is incredibly stunning, Susie!πŸ’˜ Especially love; "Inevitable chokes with its curse, and the rib shredding of change doesn’t earn our applause." πŸ’˜

    ReplyDelete
  16. This is stellar! Visceral and full of attitude πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½

    ReplyDelete
  17. Humankind seems to be disatisfied with everything they receive no wonder we are such terrible beasts, wanting more but destroying much. We should be glad with every season for it is meant for all of us.

    ReplyDelete
  18. The anger of summer

    at the end of its rope

    is theater I understand.

    - love this!

    ReplyDelete
  19. We're certainly feeling the anger of summer right now. Today's high where I live is supposed to reach 105. Ugh!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Slivers of Rage

Carmen Avis