The low autumn sun blinding-white but bereft of gold because the beech and sycamore stole it to paint their leaves before purging the dying windswept sarcophagi of the season everyone and everything wants to be a king for a day and all kings know kingdoms fall crumble to decay and history remembers in bronze the colour of rotting leaves atoms return to atoms return to life elsewhere.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem about autumn.
I hope you enjoyed it, if so why not check some of my other work out.
On Sunday (Halloween), I entered Black Bough Poetry’s #BBMicro2 contest.
The premise and rules were to create an original 4-line poem about Autumn or Halloween, post it on twitter using the above hashtag.
There was a panel of judges working throughout the day, all of whom are really talented poets.
A shortlist was announced on Monday and that’s when I got the first shock! I had made the shortlist! I couldn’t believe it as I’d read some of the other entries and I thought they were outstanding.
On Tuesday evening, the winners were announced. I came in 3rd. I will be celebrating this achievement at the weekend with my wife. It hasn’t really sunk in because I never imagined I’d get anywhere near the shortlist or finalist. It has given me a lot more self-belief in my writing! Hard work pays off.
You can see all the winners on by visiting @blackboughpoems on twitter. Or visit their website (blackboughpoems.com) to view the current books and anthologies they have for sale. Their Christmas/Winter edition has just been released and has some stunning artwork alongside incredible poetry.