Thought Fall, poetry by Maggie O'Brien at Spillwords.com

Thought Fall

Thought Fall

written by: Maggie O’Brien

@MaggieMobrules

 

A biting chill sparks my mind
That then lights the fuse of creepers that wind
Blazing burnished orange and reds
Throughout the many flowerbeds.
Over me, a childhood, paintbox-blue sky lingers
Backdropping autumnal, enmeshed fingers
Of branches, long bedecked in summer leaf-greens
Dressed now in dappled ochres, (and all shades in-between)
Flames of colour set alight
Heart and garden in dancing sunlight.

This glorious canvas (subtly encroaching
on thoughts of winter slowly approaching)
Is painted by brushstrokes of unseen hand
Every touch perfect; not one planned
And
It spells me. It tells me
(As if I don’t know)
It’s soon to be whitewashed
In depiction of snow

Some leaves tumble
Others futter and fly
Like each thought that defined me
In this year gone by.

Maggie O'Brien

Maggie O'Brien

Maggie O’Brien has an Honours Degree in English and Philosophy from Leeds University. She has spent most of her working life teaching the ‘disenfranchised’ in many parts of the world. She was born and raised in Southmead, Bristol UK of an English mother and an Irish father. She moved to Granard, Ireland in 1996 where she now resides. Active on the Poetry Slam circuit in Bristol throughout 1995, she was a guest poet at the prestigious Cheltenham Arts Festival in the same year and organiser of the Poetry Event at the Bristol Free Festival. She has also been broadcast by the BBC. (She is now also an author).
Maggie O'Brien

Latest posts by Maggie O'Brien (see all)