Friday, September 28, 2007

Autumn Blues

Bitter Lillet
and the trumpet
of Miles Davis,
sketching flamencos
in the cool of the night.

The staircase
to the height
of my ivory tower
has dissolved
wisps of darkness.

Stealthy October
prepares its arrival,
chilling my heart
in soft
flutter of owls
crackle of leaves,
of strangers.

I slowly merge
in your stern photograph,
the portrait of a ghost
under the ghostly Moon.

Copyright © Vesper L. All rights reserved.


Taffiny said...


fav- chilling my heart
in soft
flutter of owls

Ello said...

Beautiful. Stealthy October... love that paragraph love the imagery. Really lovely.

Vesper said...

Thank you, Taff!

Thank you, Ello, and thank you for visiting!

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Ooh, that one gave me shivers - lovely words, Vesper.

Bernita said...

"unseen steps of strangers..."
Oh yes.

c.s. said...

applause for Miss Vesper, please! the images are fantastic here! more, more please! :)

Jon M said...

Cor, we're all getting a bit dark and mysterious! Must be the time of year. The pic and the words go so well together.

John Eaton said...

Ghostly cool, V.

Vesper said...

Vanilla, shivers not too dark I hope - my heart thanks you...

Bernita, thank you kindly. I'm very pleased that you liked it.

My deepest of bows, CS! ...and a deep blush :-)

Blimey, Jon, 'tis the season! But I must tell you that I'm always dark and mysterious... I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!

Oh, John, a cool compliment... Thank you!!!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Beautiful poem. I love the unique elements and the captured sounds.

colleen said...

This is wonderful and has captured that quality of of fall that is hard to explain, a presence stealing summer.

Vesper said...

Jason, thank you, it came to me, in fragments of sounds, tastes, images...

Colleen, thank you. Oh, how nicely you say it "a presence stealing summer."