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Autumn Quadrille

The leaves turning always brings me home,

no matter where I am,

my mind came back to Shropshire,

the woods alight with copper

as mist rises on the fields

 

and the log burner is lit

for the first time since Spring.

I come home.

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I’m looking forward to autumn already. While summer is lovely, we never really get much of it here in England, instead we make the most of autumn and all its wonderful excuses for knee high boots, fluffy socks and cuddly jumpers. [I may have bought all three in the last week.]

Today’s DVerse Poets Pub prompt is to write a quadrille using ‘leaves’ for your inspiration.

For me this means taking you to my parents’ farm in Shropshire, where the woods begin to shake off their leaves, the log burner gets started up, the whole house smells of wood smoke, and we pull out the winter duvets ready for the colder seasons.

Autumn really is my favourite season.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-three year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

22 Comments

  1. Feels like a very cozy time…especially the coming home. I liked your remarks at the end that tell of your returning to your parents’ home in autumn, Carol.

  2. Your poem gave me a thrill. I too can’t wait to pull on layers of woollies, socks, scarves, gloves, hats and boots again. I’ve joined a walking group and am looking forward to walks in the woods, kicking leaves and picking up conkers and acorns. And then lighting the log burner.

  3. Especially love the last three lines. Seasons can be so closely tied to memories, to the feelings of a place. This is a beautiful take on the prompt.

    • Thank you Lillian. I don’t think it will matter where I go in life, the Twemlows will always feel like home to me and I’ll always be trying to recreate that feeling.

  4. Very appealing to the senses. I could feel the warm glow of the fire and that cozy feeling of nestling indoors.

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