Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Laura has asked us, keeping September in mind, to write a nine-line verse, taking one of several lines from different poets so that each consecutive word becomes the start of the next line of the poem. I chose the following:
Those/ pale /flowers /might /still /have/ time/ to /fruit from Karina Borowicz’s ‘September Tomatoes’
Those autumn evenings grow crisp at the
edges.
Pale moonlight spills on fields as that
first star
flowers in the darkening sky.
Might this inexorable transition towards
winter
still surprise us, still catch in our
throats?
Have we lost our awe of beauty, death,
time slipping into past?
Today we should enjoy the final
fruit, sweetened by September’s breeze.
