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For A Land Of Autumns

written by: Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi

@erinalmehairi

 

The polyester brown leaf, 
        like your grandpa’s old pant suit,
crumbles next to the golden yellow one 
that reminds you of ruin.

The grass still green, caked in mud, is
only but art deco for the toadstool village on the hill
        the ones that make you think you’ve been invaded.

The wind has a bite, a chill, 
no October nights like a warm dog’s breath this year,
only damp wind and rain, 
        droplets turning your toes wet 
        because you’ve yet to put your flip-flops away.

The glowing sun blinds your drive, 
your aviators drench the headache,
the scarf holds in the oven-like car heat, 
        and your boots are ready
to tromp through orchards.

Knarled trunks and branches, 
like ancient witches, wonderment
as the sheen door shimmers, 
cackling in the breeze,
        offering wishes, apples for a smile.

Your black cat stands guard, tail twitching,
watching birds out the back window,
        (trembling to catch one salvaging seeds),
and acrobatic squirrels leaping between branches,
        (low register growling at its gathering of acorns).

Cornstalks are tied to the lamp post, 
pumpkins line the porch waiting to bring Jack home
        to scare your demons and ghosts, your evil spirits,
                                                                                 …away…
The smell of mildew and mud,
and regret and renewal, mingled,
like silent screams to the midnight moon,
you pull your hoodie over your head to 
suffocate the arm hair standing on end
        goosebumps that’ve rose on your neck and back.

Hoofbeats click-clack,
but all you can see is a lone light
flickering against the black,
and you wonder if Ichabod is riding
through the silence, the open expanse
        looking for a story to tell….

Tilting back your head, disorientation,
yet grounded looking at the stars,
seeping in rich purple-blue expanse,
dreams or nightmares,
the eerie portal between 
summer delight and hibernation,
        creeping like spiders quickly across your mind.

Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi

Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi

Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi has Bachelor of Arts degrees in English, Journalism, and History. She is an author and has over twenty years of experience in her field which includes being a professional writer, a journalist, an editor, and a PR Professional/publicist among many other things. Breathe. Breathe. (Unnerving in 2017) is her Amazon best-selling (paid) debut collection and a mix of dark poetry and short stories. She has stories and poetry featured in several other anthologies and magazines and was the co-curating editor of the gothic anthology Haunted are These Houses. She is an editor at Sinister Grin Press, assists with publicity at Raw Dog Screaming Press, and owns Addison’s Compass Public Relations and Hook of a Book Media, the latter from which she’s busy freelance editing, coaching writers, and doing book publicity and more. She continues to make progress on her novels and write multiple stories and poems from the forests of rural Ohio while juggling activities and meltdowns of her three children and a cat.
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