Week 24 – Ashley Davene

Posted: September 15, 2011 in Ashley Davene, Week 24

The most sacred thing about poetry to me is that it is a spell if you will – a recipe of magic to case and unfold laughter, or sorrow, tears, tongue twisters, truth or dares, first kiss, fears- all turn into – flowing leaves and weeping willows – each peice you read and think to decipher it but perhaps the writer is the only one who really ever knows exactly what was the intent of the poetic package

With the autumn leaves I fall

Past lake and lane and window

I roll through corridors

Past crates and carts and symbols

Painted upon the walls

The things we hide we kindle  

Blazing through the night

My autumn moon bleeds crimson


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