Status Updates From Autumn Journal

"And when we clear away
All this debris of day-by-day experience,
What comes out to light?"

"It is October
The year-god dying on the destined pyre
With all the colours of a scrambled sunset
And all the funeral elegance of fire
In the grey world to lie cocooned but shaping
His gradual return;
No one can stop the cycle."


Godddddd how do you write like this?!

"The dead leaves canter over the dowdy grass"

"And may my feet follow my wider glance
First no doubt to stumble, then to walk with the others
And in the end - with time and luck - to dance"

Ugh my heart

When I was sad at uni, I would go to the library, pick up a random book of poetry and read it all in one go. Some were shit, some became accidental favourites.

I'm in the library and remembered my old tradition! Hello new poetry!