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.
Nice sounding sonnet with good meter and nice last two lines about the decomposing musk.
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Thank you so much, Frank, and thank you for the prompt.
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I love how you brought the sonnet to such a wonderful description of fall, the description of the shiny conkers and the copper birches made me think of how the fall is a wonderful time after all.
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Thank you, Bjorn. As you know, I love autumn, especially October, and I love writing sonnets.
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Your sonnet is golden, autumnal and nearly perfect. You and Bjorn just shine when it comes to sonnets. I tend to use blank verse; the rhyming puts me off. I always think, how would Walt Whitman express it?
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It’s the iambic pentameter that most people find difficult – and it’s tricky. Sometimes you have to shift words around until you get it right and it’s easy to lose patience with it. Sonnets don’t have to rhyme – some of mine don’t – and they don’t even have to be in iambic pentameter. I often taken part in Poetry School on-line courses and am always being criticised for ending with a rhyming couplet or for writing sonnets. They push us to write in experimental forms, which I also enjoy, but I think it’s up to the individual poet to decide how they want to express their ideas. I enjoy your poetry, Glenn, especially the anecdotal poems. 🙂
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Very well done, Kim. Have to say I am a little daunted by this task.
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Thank you, V.J. Don’t let the task daunt you – dance to the iambic rhythm and see where it takes you. 🙂
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Thanks Kim; it’s true – once I got started, it flowed.
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😊
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Good one, Kim. I don’t know why people find it so hard to get this metre right. You just have to listen to it.
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That’s easy for you to say! 😊
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I don’t say it’s always easy to find the right words, but it’s easy to hear if they’re the wrong ones 🙂
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Are we Brits better at iambic pentameter because it follows our natural pattern of speech? Or has that changed these days with all the modern influences?
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I don’t know. American poetry follows the same rhythms and so do the songs. It’s true that different pronunciation affects the stress, but not that much.
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You can rhyme toots and your timing what a technician ! And who doesn’t love a game of a conkers? All so timely with Octoberfest and all the beer gardening. So personal I felt you colored it just for me. I would love to try to rhyme but I fear I would end up saying sounding like a child with nothing to but goo goo ga ga. Inspired anyway.
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Thank you! As you’ve probably gathered, I love Autumn and could sing its praises ad infinitum. I have to rein in the rhyme too. 🙂
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This reads beautifully Kim with your rhyming verses too. A beautiful spread of autumn’s colors in my view.
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Thank you, Grace.
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A wonderful poem of Fall at its best. Loved the horse chestnut imagery both in the poem and the photo.
I open up the door and breathe the scent:
the decomposing musk of summer spent.
A great ending!
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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Bravo Kim! You took me there with this ❤️
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Thank you, Viv! 😉 xxx
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😊
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from your description of fall it is a time of appreciating the time we had just left and the promise of what’s next.
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It certainly is, Gina!
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The rhyming couplet at the end is priceless. A beautiful description which I struggle to find every fall. Just what is that smell? Of course. Summer spent.
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Thank you, Susanne. If I could have a perfume made for me I’d choose Autumn with a hint of freshly mown meadow!
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Oh this was so beautiful Kim. I really enjoyed walking through the woods 🙂
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Thank you so much, Christine! 🙂
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Your word choices play into the imagery with flawless perfection. Great reading!
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Thank you, Jill!
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Perfect and perfectly delightful. Reading inspired envy (not my bailiwick, iambic).
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Thank you so much, Charley. Iambic pentameter is supposed to follow natural rhythm of speech in the English language, but I wonder if American English and British English have different rhythms and, if so. does it vary for different regions and which meter fits your speech pattern? Where do you naturally place stress?
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Right under the table… with my first drink after work.
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This poem is so delicious to the senses. I can see. I can feel. I can spell. Decomposing musk of summer scent is sooo beautiful..
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Thank you!
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Technical virtuosity and beautiful content. And the sheer nerve to use “vesicles” as a rhyme. Fantastic, Kim.
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Thank you, Sarah! I rather like that word, vesicles, and I couldn’t think of a better one to describe autumn berries. 🙂
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And good morning, Sarah! I see you’re up with the birds too. I was shattered last night so I gave up on commenting and went to bed to read a Kate Bush biography that I’m enjoying. Now I have to prepare reading books for 5, 6 and 7-year olds – I’m at the infant school all day. Lunch at Cafe Charlotte, yay!
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Summer spent wow
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Thank you!
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Bravo Kim- rich and bold!
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Thank you, Linda!
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A fall tapestry to tantalize the senses…like how you included that musky scent, Kim.
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Thank you, Lynn.
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Wowww this is a gem of a poem, Kim! ❤ Especially love the close: “I open up the door and breathe the scent the decomposing musk of summer spent.” 😍
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Thanks Sanaa! 😊💖
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This is as traditional and formal as it gets — the pentameter’s almost perfect (I’d trade “or” for “and some” in the 3d line of stanza 2) and the heady rose of the Romantics plushes the images. So the challenge is to stand on one’s own, or apart somehow; or maybe it suffices to hang in there with the gods. Such questing aside, I found it heady and pleasant and a smooth ride.
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Thank you, Brendan. I’ll definitely rethink that line in stanza 2.
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Ah, I admire a good sonnet; and this IS one.
My favorite lines are these:
I open up the door and breathe the scent:
the decomposing musk of summer spent.
I really never thought the scene of autumn in this way & find it a masterful description!!
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I meant “scent” of autumn.
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Thank you, Mary!
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I enjoyed reading your poem. I hoped it would be uplifting, and found it so, even though you speak of summer spent…and it is. I always look forward to the transformation of winter…so good autumn is wedged in between.
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Thank you, Annell.
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Such a beautiful description of the season, and a wonderful sonnet!
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Thank you so much, Sherry!
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Great one, lovely.
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Thank you, Vicki.
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My original comment has vanished. Alas. a truly beautiful sonnet Kim. I think American and English and Australian English all place emphasis on different syllables at times. when I speak in an “English” accent, I know I pronounce words differently. I wouldn’t change a thing in this lovely.paean to autumn. It is truly a beautiful and perfect sonnet as it stands.
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Thank you, lovely Toni. Even in the UK stress patterns differ. I think that I might explore stress patters in some way the next time I host poetics. Could be interesting.
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You are so consistently fabulous.
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Thank you, Ali. Now I’m blushing!
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A wonderful sonnet – beautifully sketched and masterfully constructed. I find that you have a real gift for imbuing your pieces with a solid and satisfying close. To me, they always feel – somehow – complete.
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Thank you so much, Wendy.
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Just lovely. And I love the closing lines. I don’t feel so poetic about October. The leaves haven’t changed yet and it’s been too warm and/or rainy.
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Thank you, Colleen. We have plenty of colour here but my husband was up in Newcastle over the weekend, where they’ve been having terrible weather and most of the leaves have been blown off the trees.
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Love the visuals.. the decomposing summer and the tumbled conkers!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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i love the scents and hues of this season Kim. And the mention of conkers brings back happy childhood memories.
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna. I still pick up shiny conkers when I see them! 😊
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Beautifully realised, and acquaints me with a richly sensual autumn different in detail from the kind I know here.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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