The Land of the Dead

The Land of the Dead


October is the crossing over; the once here now there.  The final turn of an hour glass that soon will be empty.  There is a headiness to the air like soft fruit at the peak of ripeness before it begins to rot.  A cold that grows colder amid nights that grow longer.  Days of orange and gold; become nights streaked with silver.  October is summer’s pyre.  Deep beneath the ground things begin to stir, some settle in for sleep while others awaken, and roll over.  October is the land of the dead when there is still life for the living.


Words: ©2019LCR
Image: CCO
Submitted to: Poet's United - October is Here

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  1. "October is summer’s pyre." Yes! How I love this image. Perhaps, one of my favorite descriptions of October, EVER. And the way your piece speaks of the permeability of October, when it comes to life and death, is simply brilliant.

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    1. Thank you. I think that's one of my best lines to date! I love October. It's amazing how it can make you feel both hot and cold at the same time.

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  2. October is summer’s pyre - the "cremation" and ultimate burial in the earth to start the cycle all over again! Love it.

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    1. Thank you so much. October is a Phoenix.

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  3. Beautiful thoughts in beautiful language.

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  4. I also love that part about October being summer's pyre. This is just a really lovely description of the delicious thrills and shudders of October.

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    1. Thank you! It really is my favourite month.

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  5. I know that headiness. So much need for acceptance that decay is part of life. Good, good.

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    1. Thank you. I always find that there is an earthiness to that smell that makes me think of growth.

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