Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, “October In The Chair” (posted by Magaly)
For this Weekend Mini-Challenge, I invite you to turn October into a poem. Is your October a girl? Does he smile like a boy? Is October a feeling that kisses the back of your neck… and reminds you of your dead? What does October look like to you? Show me in poetry.
October in the Chair
[November] was pale and thin lipped. He helped October out of the wooden chair. “I like your stories. Mine are always too dark.”
“I don’t think so,” said October. “It’s just that your nights are longer and you aren’t as warm.”
From“October in the Chair,” in Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman
An orange wizard waves
his wind, channels it
to change colors
until perfect harmony
is achieved. Then,
he stands back and laughs,
and his roar strips colors
to bone white. Enter the
gray gnome of November.