And now this just caught my attention: in her most recent post, Chelle from Tempting Persephone shared this poem by Peter S. Beagle, and it has such a deliciously eerie, haunting, October-appropriate tone and imagery that I want to pass it along. Lines 3 and 4 are the ones that give me that shivery feeling Chelle mentions:
I hear the thunder moaning overhead,
Like some great creature dying in the night.
Here is the full poem:
Persephone in September
By Peter S. Beagle
The leaves are at my feet. The grass is dead.
The air is bitter as a dragonbite.
I hear the thunder moaning overhead,
Like some great creature dying in the night.
The winter wraps my shoulders like a shawl,
And I can taste the still unfallen snow.
The darkness comes like footsteps in the hall.
The winds reclaim the world, and I must go.
I take a road beyond the sight of eyes
That runs beyond the minds of walking men,
And only this I leave — a song that cries,
“Oh, I will surely, surely come again!”
And, knowing this, I turn my eyes and mark
My iron lover, crouching in the dark.
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A belated Happy National Poetry Day to those in the UK!
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Dragon jack-o-lantern clip art from clker.com.
Postcards from La-La Land 
Thanks for re blogging and sharing it!
Lovely poem! I liked ‘the winds reclaim the world’ ….one can feel persephone’s despair….poor thing.
Oh yes, and it feels so appropriate on cold, windy days like today. I also like that bit of hope – “Oh surely, surely I will come again!” – that gives her the courage to walk into the winter world.
Yes! That’s true…like she is reassuring herself. Poor woman….she does despise her husband!