Indian Summer
Day One of Chloe Rose Violet's Writing Prompts for October
By Hannah MoorePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
October 1st, and the first of Chloe Rose Violet's October writing prompts (see the link at the bottom). Will I do every one? Almost certainly not. That's no reason not to do this one though. - A poem about the month of October, as I sit here in the balmy UK, an hour after sunset and all my windows still open.
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This year, you slipped in on a heatwave,
Masked by impatiens in full bloom,
And wasps still seeking ice lollies
In flavours of fruit which should have finished in July.
Yet some diurnal quickening tripped
An instinctive sense in me,
And squirrel-like I buried sunbeams and flowers
And made hay, while the sun cut corners in the sky.
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Something about "the sun cut corners in the sky" really sparked my attention so I reread it. It was even better the second time around! GREAT poem
Very nice. Thank you. I love Indian summer in my area! 😊💕❤️ We had a bit of it this year. I think we just hopped into winter. It is below freezing and snowing today😉😊💕
Oh! I was a little disappointed when it ended! 😁
Wasps seeking ice lollies is such a masterful line. You bring the reader back to a common experience, grounded and childlike - Brilliantly done!
Just meeting this prompt, in such a really beautifully worded poem. Lovely placement of words Hannah, they sure do delight the senses.
Oh so lovely and beautiful! I only a few months knew that impatiens is a flower, lol. Loved your poem!
This was beautiful! ❤️ thank you for sharing!
I adore every line of this!! I love your unique, gorgeous style. 'And squirrel-like I buried sunbeams and flowers' is just a superb line Hannah! But so many others were too
"you slipped in on a heatwave" — this ties neatly to the "squirrel-like, I buried sunbeams and flowers." This seems to be a metaphor for a love found in summer, and hidden in fall, to remember in winter. I love this bit the best: "Yet some diurnal quickening tripped | an instinctive sense in me" — I think "quickening" is meant to be synonymous with "hastening" here. And thus, we see a faster day is passing, no longer the length of a summer (or one long heatwave), and the need for a preservation of the "you" that slipped in. I’m not sure if the "you" is necessarily a love; it could just be summer, but the essence of it, that isn’t noticeable until autumn makes itself known, and drops the masks of blooms and wasps and fruits. I think Indian Summer is a perfect title to support "which should have finished in July." I see either an unwelcome foundling ("you") or a nice surprise (also "you") that is now needing a burial (either for forgetting or preserving). It’s lovely, Hannah, very well done!
This says so muc in so few lines! wonderful!
Beautiful 💖. I think this is the first I’ve heard of this prompt. Will have to check it out. Thanks for sharing.