Poem – “Autumnal”

Autumnal

Still and lunar-pale as Snow White
On the marble altar of autumn’s feast
She is ensconced in gourds and dried lilac,
Robed in the auburn leaves decaying
The harvest fae encircle the clearing in hunger
Linking fingers sharp as the spines of chestnut pods
Waltzing, impatient with alien eyes of gold
For their queen to wake, when the strange feast
Will become the meat of the mortal

© S. M. Shuford 2018
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