Wednesday, September 08, 2010

The Turning



September is the month of spiders
honey that drowns the fly
twigs dropping life too early
books where the hero dies

14 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

*applauds*

Erratic Thoughts said...

:) hmmm...year went by in a flash...already september!
"twigs dropping life too early" :) Very Nice...

Karen said...

...and the bluest of blue skies.

:-)

....Petty Witter said...

Also the month I was married. Thanks for a short but sweet poem. Spiders - urgh.

Anonymous said...

It's my best friend's birthday this month...and its the month i first kissed my gal...

Chris Eldin said...

Hi Jason,

I hope it's okay to put this message here... I don't have many of the emails I used to have.

I started a new blog. I need to be happy again. To write again. I hope you (and Aine!) can visit.
:-)

http://alphabitchwhisperer.blogspot.com/

Oddyoddyo13 said...

This was fantastic Jason, I mean, HOLY COW. The last line was amazing. Go on. Take a bow. You know you want to.

jason evans said...

Leatherdykeuk, thanks!

Erratic Thoughts, funny how the years are gearing up.

Karen, that too. :)

Petty Witter, thanks for adding some positive to the mix. =)

Anonymous, ah yes, more goodness!

Chris, very good to see you back! I hope you've been well, but it sounds like you may have had some rough patches.

Oddyoddyo13, you gave me a big smile. Thanks for that. :D

SzélsőFa said...

spiderlings fly to establish their new base, their new home.
apart from the haste and anxiety of the beginning of the school i like september.

joaquin carvel said...

awesome - the brevity of this packs a punch.

Vesper said...

Ooooh, I love this so much, Jason! The last line, especially, swells my heart with pleasure. It's perfect... and the picture too!

jason evans said...

Szelsofa, September has probably always been mixed for me. But I find its kindness lacking now. It's a time of reversals and breaking. Probably tied to the end of summer.

Joaquin, I feel like a short, rhyming poem can't be beat for impact.

Vesper, I could see the edge of this appealing to you. There's something very nice about venting it.

J. Elis Morgan said...

Well, maybe the hero stopped to eat those poisonous mushrooms caught so beautifully in a moment out of time (wow, awesome picture and poem!)

Susan said...

mmmm... love this!!!