October: When Poets Dream, Lament and Sing

Impulses by Loui Jover ~ Pinterest

It was October again... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain — amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through. ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery 

October is my favorite time of the year as Autumn takes us away from the externally-focused energies of exuberant summertime and asks us to pause and consider how we feel, who we are, and to reminisce. We revisit the past during this time to integrate, grieve, reflect, and heal.

A playlist (compiled for the Poet) in us:

For today's challenge, I want you all to draw inspiration from the YouTube playlist above. Pick a song that speaks to you poetically and write a poem.

You could be inspired by the title, the lyrics or just the emotions that the song evokes. Please do mention your choice somewhere in your post and remember to give credit.

Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!🍁

October in the Chair

[November] was pale and thin lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. “I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.”

“I don’t think so,” said October. “It’s just that your nights are longer and you aren’t as warm.”

From“October in the Chair,” in Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman

I adore April and a love June, but October is my favorite month. I love its colors, its scents, the taste of its treats, the mystery that fall with its autumnal leaves… I’ve imagined October as a woman who delights in skirts and knee-high boots, as a man wearing a hat that accentuates the mischief sparkling his eyes, as a story under a cloak made of reds and oranges and yellows that speak of Nature readying for winter’s cold.

For this Weekend Mini-Challenge, I invite you to turn October into a poem. Is your October a girl? Does he smile like a boy? Is October a feeling that kisses the back of your neck… and reminds you of your dead? What does October look like to you? Show me in poetry.  

Please craft a new poem (preferably short *cough, cough, cough*), and feed Mr. Linky (below) with the direct link to your piece. Then visit other Toads… and see the faces of their Octobers.  

…my October often includes Graveyards and Sunshine…