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
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!
ReplyDeleteThat second stanza blew me away, Susie! *grabs a pole and hangs on*
ReplyDeleteI agree! That really got my attention.
DeleteLate summer is the best. Ours comes towards the middle of September.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun going through the seasons with your write.
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Agreed with Fireblossom on the 2nd stanza! But I think I like the first stanza even better --
Delete"I love dragon fields / spewing August dust / into rain barren clouds." Wow!
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.
ReplyDeleteLove, 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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteSummer, at the end of its rope!!!! Beyond wonderful.
ReplyDeleteSummer 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd with the ways of the world at the moment, who can blame summer?
ReplyDeleteTheater I, too, can understand; though I always have trouble accepting. Well done, SC!
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect! I especially love the "The anger of summer at the end of its rope" but the whole thing really is spectacular.
ReplyDeleteFantastic, summer at the end of its rope......"sisters of sun and steamed pudding moon." Just wow.
ReplyDeleteSuch 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.
ReplyDeleteAs most blog folks know i luv moon poems so your phrase
ReplyDelete"steamed pudding moon" i think is awesome
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Much💝love
This is incredibly stunning, Susie!💘 Especially love; "Inevitable chokes with its curse, and the rib shredding of change doesn’t earn our applause." 💘
ReplyDeleteThis is stellar! Visceral and full of attitude 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
ReplyDeleteHumankind 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.
ReplyDeleteThe anger of summer
ReplyDeleteat the end of its rope
is theater I understand.
- love this!
We're certainly feeling the anger of summer right now. Today's high where I live is supposed to reach 105. Ugh!
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