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Alison Cassidy
Alison Cassidy
(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)
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! ! It's The Tattered End Of Autumn - Poem by Alison Cassidy
It’s the tattered end of autumn,
when the beech tree’s yellow dress
has rusted
and a thick carpet
of mustard
lies rotting underfoot.
It’s the tattered end of autumn,
when the white bones of the birch
are exposed
and its last leaves
cling
like baby koalas.
It’s the tattered end of autumn
when single leaves
dance solos
and next door’s blower
disturbs
the stillness of mid afternoon.
It’s the tattered end of autumn
when bed beckons
and the moon is bright,
and you and I touch toes
tenderly
under the doona.
Poems by Alison Cassidy : 13 / 285
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 21, 2009
Poem Edited: Friday, May 22, 2009
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You have captured the end of the season with all the flourish, grace and romance of an accomplished master of language. There are some stunningly beautiful images at play here, and Lillian has mentioned them all - I agree wholeheartedly! S :) (Report)Reply
great imagery! i feel absorved by this poem (Report)Reply
You have some great images in this memorable poem. Some of my favorites are:
'when the beech tree’s yellow dress
has rusted...
when the white bones of the birch
are exposed...
when single leaves
dance solos....
and you and I touch toes
tenderly
under the doona.'
The ending has a bit of surprise to it, I wasn't expecting anything romantic, but it fits perfectly. (Report)Reply
Very charming poem, the coolness of autumn described with warmth and romance. (Report)Reply
Allie, Lovely description of Autumn. Must be colder in OZ as our maples are still flaming red and lovely. Cold nights though, so lovely to touch toes in bed. 10+ Bob (Report)Reply
'It’s the tattered end of autumn
when bed beckons
and the moon is bright,
and you and I touch toes
tenderly
under the doona'
now that is a great picture you v painted..liked every line of it...so very beautiful....'you and I touch toes tenderly under the Doona'.... nice phrase....10++++
love shan (Report)Reply
t’s the tattered end of autumn,
when the white bones of the birch
are exposed
and its last leaves
cling
like baby koalas.................oh it is yet wonder as we move on across the stream being slowly shattered and tatters by flow, bone comes out being half backed by skin onto the last leaf yellow falling, ingenious write by the imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply
Effective use of repitition amongst the array of vivid images you conjure up. Great imagery throughout - I particularly love this line..
'and its last leaves
cling
like baby koalas.' you take the reader to an Australian Autumn and reinforce this sense of place with the colloquial vocabulary in the final stanza. Love it Allie... (Report)Reply
You have painted Autumn in its true colors-and though it’s Spring here in NY (and feels like summer today) , your last stanza makes me want to run to my bed and snuggle under the covers! (Report)Reply
The nostalgia, the vividness and the solace of autumn beautifully expressed.
There is also more than a hint of such a rich season in human lives
as well. Beautiful poem, Alison.
Love,
SandraX (Report)Reply
Excellent poem Alison, you bring such colour to your work, marvellous imagery. Love, Andrew xx (Report)Reply
A vivid picture of the end of autumn.......very beautiful (Report)Reply
A very colorful selection..............of the mysterious Autumn?
Yes, exactly it's the tattered end of Autumn but it comes again and again..................! (Report)Reply
Unique imagery and a mature perception autumn end.
CP (Report)Reply
Allie, I am glad I caught this before going away this weekend. Wonder imagery, a rich tapestry of movement drawn within and I love the way you repeat the title at the beginning of each stanza. Another classic to add to your wonderful collection you have amassed. Top Marks and thanks for sharing it with us my dear friend.
Hugs David xxxx (Report)Reply
Alison, what original imagery. 'the thick carpet of mustard' 'birch leaves clinging like baby koalas (how cute and the grand finale with (once again) cute tender toes. The title also just so original.
Your eyes have brought to life the title in a creative and wonderful way. 10 Karin Anderson (Report)Reply
Simply a beautiful read, Alli. Autumn is my favorite season with all her brilliant color and spendor, and you paint a lovely portrait here. I especially like the toe-touching - very..........touching!
Hugs,
Linda :) xx (Report)Reply
a great poem...rich as the australian outback
a beauty
liked it
cheers (Report)Reply
Stunning is the word. Even though it is not unexpected given your talent supported by one of the best souls in the business.
Hxx (Report)Reply
What a vivid picture you paint. I love the contrast between the first three verses and the last. (Report)Reply