Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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' BLACK AUTUMN {For My Silent Mentor Edgar Allan Poe}...

Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,
harbouring its' pique on naked limb;
stirring damp, feral winds
to the hawking, stalking,
insidious squawking...
of ominous, petulant birds,
large, pestilent birds,
inexorabally, ever circling
'neath the late day shadows
from a cold november sun.

Come the crows, their angry eyes... beating,
the kind you felt breathing o'er your neck
the first time you read, 'The Raven'.
Teasing breeze-spun tumbleweeds,
rolling over dry cornfields... spewing-
threads and shard of stems and husk,
gaunt signs of a harvest dying.
Clouds bleed deepest sage, and drape
over tense foreboding presence -
of dark-winged beasts in flock,
fecklessly searching
hopelessly lurching
for any cynical signs
that autumn had not yet abandoned them.

Dark and black, blackest black,
hovering o'er the last man...
in this smoke-dusted cornfield,
stoic......and statuesque,
donned in spirited plaid,
its cloth, nor'easternly tattered;
with colors fading as fast
as the final stages of autumntide.

He is guardian of the Harvest,
protector of the field,
intrepidly perched
over a cornucopia
of Autumns end-stage.

And so hangs the Scarecrow
upon six feet of wood,
weathered, yet sturdy,
strapped high in pose -
arm-limbs out-stretched
resembling crucifixion.

Comes the taunting of the beasts,
their harsh kick of wing-gust
as each crow finds its place,
precision arrow flanked,
with bitter sense and arrogance,
playing to the wind,
grieving on the Death-
Death of the Harvest,
their Autumn fast slipping
fast slipping...slipping away;
to the smirk of winters spite
spread in wafts of early frost,
Autumns 'crystal-meth'!

And, the Crows, ever bastards
take their angst to the Strawman
obsessively circling, compulsively swooping
drooping, looping by night-
their black eyes stab like piercing.

Thus, the Strawman succumbs
to a wind-flounced dance, and-
to the evil delight of its menacing prey,
while winds choir southward
in high-pitched soprano
like fifes on thin air,
tripping the tree-tops
with whistle and echo.

Comes Autumns colourless Death,
bare, brittle...a woeful Death.
No eulogy be choired here-
as Winters crypt seals itself
assuring that Autumn hath passe-
away on Mother Natures watch -
ostensibly over night.

And the Crows, cold and jaded,
fly away as same they came
to wreak havoc south of cottonland,
'till the April month
when melting ice
unveils verved buds
on verdant limbs
of a Spring awaiting birth and breath,
and Renaissance
When they come...once again,
........................they always do.

__________ ~ F j R ~ _____________

Published December 01,2011

Submitted: Thursday, May 21, 2009
Edited: Sunday, February 22, 2015

Topic of this poem: tribute

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Comments about this poem (' BLACK AUTUMN {For My Silent Mentor Edgar Allan Poe}... by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR )

  • Freshman - 937 Points A. Madhavan (3/11/2015 1:24:00 AM)

    I too remember my astonished admiration when. as a teenager, I first read E.A. Poe's 'The Raven'.
    Poet Ryan has paid a touching tribute to the poet, the bird, the symbol and the human need to celebrate this
    co-evolution, which, presumably will go on and on, until Time has decided Not to Stop. Why
    personify such ideas, concepts - human, after all - and beyond the boundaries of senses,
    intellect, emotion, even the capacity we have to 'imagine' afresh and anew?
    What quoth that Raven?
    A. Madhavan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 52 Points Princess Lilypad (9/8/2013 4:15:00 AM)

    wow, dark place from this comes. it is very poe=ish, demands attention. you cant write like this unless you have a direct line to the source of sadness, treachery, death in time. But nice all about, it twists and turns to new seasons yet they still have the smell of the autumn into winter dank. I feel it. It is great. thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andy Quach (10/7/2009 11:40:00 PM)

    hey frank, i love this piece! the way you intertwine each stanza with images is exceptional. i also love the allusion of Poe's 'The Raven' and how that works into the rest of the poem itself. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie fleur de lys (8/26/2009 2:19:00 AM)

    I love the beauty of your language and imagery. You have taken the mundane and turned it into truly extraordinary art. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Gale (5/27/2009 10:07:00 AM)

    Autumn's death, as in life, must go full circle in it's run. Great conTENts Frank!

    God bless us all-MJG. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 110 Points Myrtle Thomas (5/23/2009 3:19:00 PM)

    I have to agree with Fiona reading the descriptions Frank writes are like looking through his eyes, crisp and clear.a grand poem.thanks (Report) Reply

  • Rookie T McH (5/21/2009 8:56:00 AM)

    An absolutely enchanting work of art F... visual, tangible. t x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Fiona Davidson (5/21/2009 5:19:00 AM)

    Another one of Franks wonderful taking a walk through his eyes...and thank you for re-posting it for him...Fi 10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Catrina Heart (5/21/2009 4:21:00 AM)

    nature imagery interconnected to humanity.......crafted in excellence! ...10 +++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Yoonoos Peerbocus (5/21/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    creative season linked to life cycle as lived earthly finite life...... (Report) Reply

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