In the Autumn City
In the moment it is enough to observe.
The sky is gold again.
I walk dressed in black and auburn,
seeking dusk-dreams in the autumn city
that I will wrench from my swollen heart,
where they glow like caught fireflies,
and put to yellowed paper, eventually.
In the moment it is enough to observe.
Each home in rose-blush, internal light
as sweet and pure as a lullaby.
The candles continue to gleam in the windows
like gas lamps
or the stars before their deaths.
I see their skeletons burnt out in the windows
of houses untouched
where the shadow of melancholy has yet to break itself in,
where there are no bloodstained sheets,
or rotted enamel,
only ivory keys and full-throated mockingbirds.
Houses where happiness still breathes like a
vine reaching for the sun.
I can almost taste the sweet gold wine,
and hear the records that every father plays
for their sleeping daughters.
About the Creator
Carly Bush
I'm a writer with a passion for highly visual and quietly subversive literature. I contribute to Collective World and you can find my short stories and poetry here.
Connect with me on Instagram and TikTok: @carlyaugustabush
Comments (5)
I love this piece! It made me use all of my senses and feel all the feels. You’re a talented writer.
Beautiful imagery. Thank you for sharing this!
This is gorgeous <3
This is a poem that endures. There is a heaviness to it that has to be carried around. Great writing.
Incredible imagery, loved this piece!