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Blinks through
Its Owl-Wide eyes
And ruffles its feathers
Of crimson and ryes.
It has slumbered too long
In the coat of September
And must now
Leave its mark
For the world
To remember.
It will spill bright shillings
Of Sunshine and Hail,
Cause gusts to blow
And masts to groan
With wayward sail.
It will ration the light
Of each passing day
But
Spangle the night sky
To welcome
The Queen-Moon
Before the nudge
Of November
Calls Time
All too soon.
© by Gerard Coughlan.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Gerard Coughlan lives in Cork City, Ireland. He has always loved poetry as an art form and has written all his life. Gerard says his chosen themes are many and varied, but he strives to include the magnificence of nature in many of his works. Gerard's work has been featured in journals and on the radio; his influences have been Philip Larkin, Patrick Kavanagh, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Eavan Boland, and John Betjeman, among others.
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Wilda Morris:
A good one! Your personification works well.
Posted 10/03/2022 11:14 AM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
Elegant-not a wasted word! I am a big fan of The Queen-Moon and your poem, Gerard.
Posted 10/02/2022 03:59 PM
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Jancan:
Effective use of personification to describe seasonal changes
Posted 10/02/2022 03:18 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful poem (the language and rhyme) and photo.
Posted 10/02/2022 12:33 PM
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Gilbert Allen:
I enjoyed both the music and the imagery in this fine poem.
Posted 10/02/2022 09:19 AM
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bobbi43sml@aol.com:
"spangles" just calls up so many of October's eccentric features and I love the idea that it was snoozing away in September --before spilling its' shillings......
I can hear the lovely Irish lilt - lucky indeed to dwell there in Ireland.
Posted 10/02/2022 08:56 AM
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paula:
Lovely language!
Posted 10/02/2022 05:19 AM
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