LJ Idol Three Strikes: Week 6: Pursuit

[liminaltraveler]

 A/N:

I suppose my greatest pursuit in life has been writing and I've been really doubting my ability to even do that the last few months as I've struggled to write entries and participate the way I used to. Since no one voted for me last week I only have one strike left. So I guess I still wanted to take a swing but I just want it to be known that this is something that I wrote for a guided journal prompt months ago. It's the last thing I wrote that I'm actually proud of and I wanted to leave you all with something worthy of your time instead of my self pitying prose. 


Entry:

I lived and died
As is the way of things
But if I ever lived at all
I did not feel alive
My existence was death manifest
All rot and decay
Candles burning low-
I was always being told
My greatest talent was beautiful
Turning green to gold; copper, crimson, burgundy and burnt umber
But the reapers called to each other in the night with their sickles and scythes
And the superstitious crossed themselves as I arrived
Ostentatious
Inspiring adolescent mischief
Crumbling the leaves as I went
Casting acorns and apples over my shoulder
"The Fall" became my epithet
The only one of my sisters bestowed a title
Spring, my contrary twin, who I would never meet
Summer who stepped aside to let me lead
Winter, the one who usurped my crown
My auburn turning grey
A bitter cold marking the end of my reign
I called out in vain to father Chronos
Dissolving rime on window panes before mid-day
Shaking the hoarfrost from the branches
Wanting to stay
But knowing all too well the inevitable
My sovereignty erased but not forgotten
I was the land itself asleep
I was fresh corn roasting over hearth fires
The once and future promise of prosperity and abundance
I was, I am, I will be Autumn 

Comments

[roina_arwen]

Lovely poem!

[mollywheezy]

That was a beautiful poem! I loved your humanization of the seasons.

[ofearthandstars]

This is absolutely lovely poem - thank you for sharing it.

[troof_therry]

I hope you get enough votes this week, because this is very good. You can really see and feel the changing of the seasons in it and how evocative each of those changes can be.

[gunwithoutmusic]

This is beautiful - I always preferred "Autumn" to "Fall" and I like the personification here. Regarding your author's note, I've been enjoying your work so far this season! It's been maybe a little on the "artful" side than the "accessible" side sometimes, but I like that and I think there's a place for your writing. :) Hopefully you're able to stay in it but I admire you not giving up.

[alycewilson]

I forget what the term is for this type of poem. I want to say personification, but it may be more than that. Anyway, it's a fun reveal at the end.

[drippedonpaper]

This is very beautiful. I like the idea of the seasons as..sisters? siblings anyways. And Spring as the twin of Autumn makes sense.

Spring and Autumn are my favorites. The in between weather. Not too hot, not too cold.

And Father Time, I like how you called him Father Chronos :)