Carol Mays

October Fest - Poem by Carol Mays

Homes so recently abandoned
for Sunday swims and picnics
Have become indoor respites
from the restless chill of change.

Secure, still days have vanished
with hazy meadows humming.
Fireflies have met their end,
replaced with jack-o'lanterns.

Now forewarning breezes,
stealthy, crisp, and vibrant,
Pierce preoccupations,
uncovering reckless impulses.

Now uncanny images,
voices of chance and charm,
Bide their ghostly time,
to tease mortals hitherto content.

Darts and dashes of circumstance,
figures of flitting moments,
Are creatures mysteriously born,
skipping towards certain death.

So what, if the end is approaching;
the witches' brew is bubbling-
The whispers of all moans and laughs,
The collage of dreams and desires.

Now is the ecstasy of flinging
one's fate to the unrefined choir-
The discordant sounds and initiatives
of many spirits and springs.

Grinning gourds and goblins
bless this annual surprise-
This primal burst of forces
Which refuse once more to be quenched.

Comments about October Fest by Carol Mays

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/14/2013 11:29:00 PM)

    primal burst of forces, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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