Goblins be Wan’drin
trees — gold, orange, crimson, brown
leaves down, lay mottled ‘n crisp
rustle’n crunch, winds brisk
goblins’ be wan’drin
witches in flight
ghosts rise’n
autumn
night
*
trees turn — gold, orange, and crimson
leaves down, lay mottled ‘n crisp
rustle, crunch under foot
goblins’ be wan’drin
witches in flight
ghosts arise
autumn
nods
*
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rob kistner © 2020
Love this … so visually and verbally pleasing! Well done Rob
Thank you Kate! 🙂
Such a beautiful poem about the autumn, Rob. It is indeed visual and the imagery is so vibrant to imagine. Another brilliantly evocative piece. I love the colors that ooze from your words.
Thank you so much Lucy! Also thought I’d put a little supernatural gothic in for fun… 😉
I confess: autumn means Halloween to me. The burgeoning excitement of it is captured so beautifully here 🙂
Thank you Dora. Sadly this year most folks are not gonna be answering the door. I’m sure as hell not.
All Hallows Eve will be different this year,Your Nonet is impressive. Do they have Trump masks for the kids?
Holloween this year will only be Trumpsters. The sane will stay home. I am sure as hell not answering the door.
Watch out for the goblins! Sadly, I won’t be answering my door this year! It’s too risky.
It is a sad truth True. I am stretching yellow crime scene tape across my front porch, that should stop’em… 😉
There are nasty tricksters about for sure this year…enjoyed your fanciful fall poem, Rob 🙂
Thank you, glad you did Lynn… 🙂
Rob, you gave the shape a sharp edge, putting us en garde for the goblins. 🙂
You got the point Lisa… 😉
I love the use of colour and sound, and a reminder of Halloween fast approaching, although it won’t be the same this year.
Thank you Kim, and no, it sure won’t be… just hope everyone stays safe.
A nonet for Halloween and the atmosphere of hell fire that is around in some states. I liked the visuals too and how the syllabic count runs smoothly
Thank you Laura. I am not drawn to poetry following pre-conceived forms — but this was fun. Although my muse is acting a bit “schitzo”… too much deadly disease, macho political bullshit, and fiery danger in the air these days!
Nice use of the line, Rob.
Thank you Ken. I think my muse is seeing goblins right now between Covid-19 and unbreathable air from the multitude of wildfires here in the PacNW — frightened to leave my house. My muse started my last two poems in a strong uplifting way — then turned the first to hellfire, and the second to goblins, witches, and ghosts. …OH MY…
Well, Mr. Rob … your poem is perfection! I doubt there will be trick or treaters roaming Bend this year. I will miss them.
Thank you Helen. No trick’r’treatin’ this year… 🙁
Oh… but I’m not ready for Halloween yet… goblins are preparing I bet.
Goblins ghosts and witches are afoot all during the Autumn Bjorn, not just Halloween — that is the day they congregate…
Both Nonets are wonderful Rob.
Thank you Christine… 🙂
Wonderful. I like the shape and rhythm of these. Your words bring forth Autumn sounds.
Thank you Ali… 🙂
A wonderful painting of the season. My door is staying closed!
Thank you Sara… 🙂