[October 2, 2012
, Los Angeles, Sri Lanka Guardian]
The clouds of
June, its sun upbeat,
its flowers and
sights so rousing,
yet never could
hold,
a mere candle
for the whole ;
of October’s
bright blue weather,
and her charms
of a Mademoiselle, comelier,
hence, why on
earth should we bother ?
to demean the
certainty for another…
As bisque in a
casserole grows lewder,
when stirred
with stout hands, yet so tender,
in turn, she may
begin to wonder,
the “Lady of October”,
while she ponders,
if the remaining
eleven months funded splendour,
in spreading
bloodshot carpets, down yonder ;
as red apples
peck the earth with no frugal,
on those routine
dreamy trails, she wanders…
the beauty of
October – ever wondered ?
Mademoiselle so
tender, of October…
Old walls of
stone, now concealed with robes,
oh - the leaves of the Woodbine creeper,
all losing its prime virgin freshness,
been soiled by
the erstwhile temperatures,
given birth to
berrylike ovary of lushness,
bluish-black -
amidst its compound vegetation,
blaming October
- the Lady yet unsoiled,
for the
pregnancy she never intended,
now a birth,
leaving many in chirping,
yet added
"tint" to her prevailing grandeur,
that’s the
beauty of “Lady October”…
Still jade are
her fields,
as their beauty
reveals,
with more
splendor - pulsating candor,
consenting its
beneath to grow denser,
the aftermath
now thriving, yet slender,
vibrant - yet
the month may still endure ;
ill sets from
the past, or the known future,
concealed -
coming harsh coldness of winter,
tormented - by
heat from prior midsummer,
the lady October
in candor,
can never be
matched with any wonder,
she hides
nothing from her cynical bystanders,
not freezing, or
burning like her challengers ;
January to
September - November to December,
October – the
damsel so tender,
she giggles
through her life - ever so fonder…
The savannah
still lime,
its paths hence
sublime,
lianas bright
“Purple” – been pine,
“grapes” posing
away like moonshine ;
from a sheet of
a journal so fine,
like a “model”
in it flashing her boobs ;
hoodwinking
spectators so wild,
inviting to
drink thy fresh juice,
the Grapes of
October – divulging its thirst,
as passersby
fulfill their dearth,
rich are the
crops of this drupe ;
the fleshy fruit
sheltered with slim “rind”,
thin like the
model’s “see-through” textile,
Lady October
thrilled with thy offerings ;
her season has
brought with no slighting…
Lovers meet in
shades of amber,
walking through
backdrops of October,
hand-in-hand
they walk through woods,
crushing amber
leaves in October woods…
intimate as the
jingles they make,
beneath their
gentle steps - never faked,
exciting moves
in close contact ;
of a man and a
woman intact…
their love
blooms further ;
with awaiting
impact,
from the season
that offers ;
just the exact,
an “October
Love”,
a bliss of
delight…
the pleasure of
this sight,
Lady October’s
humble delight…
“O charming
October Mademoiselle” - so moving,
on and on we
could go – day and night, you, in praising,
as riders on
horseback - spark winds once stood soothing,
where “brides”
may start walking - with heals on grass, uplifting ;
their spirits,
emotions, even queries - mere misgivings,
in
“leave-taking” as plain and sincere, blameless “virgins”…
October may
bring us fulfillment – in waiting ;
in love, or in
health, or in skill or in liking,
on weather and
withstanding - almost anything
astounding,
her charm and
her kindness - pure intentions merging ;
with beauty -
her gratitude, exceeding all discerning,
her rivals,
never even in wildest dreams - she’d be demeaning,
rest of the
months – in her eyes are equally
fascinating,
“O charming
October Mademoiselle” – you’re truly enlightening !
ENLIGHTENMENT,
IN THE EYES OF THE VERSIFIER :
In this “October
Poem”, the “Month of October” and its many a splendour are compared to a
“Charming Mademoiselle”, meanwhile expressing and stressing how the month of
October stands out from the rest in the calendar.
In certain
instances, October is attempted to be scorned, yet, by standing firm on its
notions, “She” - that is the “Month of October”, attests that the accusations
are null and void, as the outcome of such indictments have only added
exquisiteness to her existence, as well as a touch of radiance to her
spectators, hence can never be disdained, or, are never fruitful points, in
aspects of demeaning “her” – “October”.
Moreover, though
at times it indicates as if she is inclined towards demonstrating / exposing
vulgar characteristics, all such philosophies are only her “assets”, which she
utilizes void of sparing, to keep others content, including those who have
doubts in “her” – “Lady October”, and her ladylike conduct.
One such
instance could be seen as her offering of abundant “grapefruit” to her
audiences (in other words, people in general, enjoying the period). Another instance is when the bluish-black
berrylike fruits of the Woodbine creeper starts adding reddish colour to the
month of October - Yet, though the birth, or flourishing of the fruits occur in
October, the conceiving had occurred prior to October, hence leaving October
out of misbehaving, as she is seen as an untainted lass in the eyes of the
writer.
All in all, this
is a piece of poetry, replete with fantasy, written with much affection and
gratitude towards the month of “October”, admiring and underscoring all “her”
splendidness.
Sunalie
Ratnayake is a Sri Lankan Journalist based in USA.
She could be
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