I look out on a bright October day,
bewitched by wanton sun and shadow-play.
The blush of autumn spreads its leafy hues
and drips its blood in scarlet vesicles.
Horse-chestnuts, heavy-laden, start to rust,
their tumbled conkers lying in the dust;
with spiny shells, some squashed and some half-split,
they wink the brown eye of a shiny nut.
The copper beech is burnished with the light,
the fading moon is all that’s left of night
together with a scattering of stars
that glitter in the frost formed on the cars.
I open up the door and breathe the scent:
the decomposing musk of summer spent.
Kim M. Russell, 11th October 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Iambic Pentameter also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Frank is our host this Thursday and he would like us to explore the general idea of iambic pentameter with no other constraints. He says that our poems do not have to rhyme; they can be as short as a couplet and have a limit of fourteen lines, which allows for a sonnet.