Friday, September 30, 2016

Autumn Opus

The harvest moon abates and fades away
another summer drawing to a close
as autumn slowly steals the longer day
we cede to darkened curfew now imposed
Just tiny specks on tilted globe we spin,
the seasons blend into a muted haze;
old stories long remembered now rescind,
while Fortune calls the shots and sets the pace

With season’s change, I feel a quickening,
I wonder, then, if you might feel it too—
the song comes carried on October’s wing
as once again her promise is renewed.
   Another year, another note transposed
   to amplify this opus we compose

©  Ginny Brannan 2016

**Image taken by Kyra Lija Ferrigan Brown 9/19/16. View from our street at sunset.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Statute of Limitations

How long can such corrosion last
that wears and tears down to the soul
to eat away the waking hours…
by now it seems it should have passed
its half-lives clinging, lingering on.

Cruel entity that gained control
to augment into monstrous thing—
where anger nourishes the hate
it manifests, exacting toll;
malignancy that won’t abscond.

                  I heard the words and felt the sting,
                  your verbal dagger bruised the bone;
                  no salve was offered to appease—
                  accelerating to the brink
                  where loathing and resentment spawned.

And thus the seeds of scorn were sown
to root and grow for seven years
till animus has run its course…
Now comes a calling to atone
will peace be found in my response?

Too long the anger has adhered
to scourge and scar, insult, cajole;
to mar the surface to the bone.
The acid cuts through my veneer;
yet in its tenure, I have grown.

                  The time has come to cede control:
                  once more I morph, becoming whole.

©  Ginny Brannan 2016