{"id":158,"date":"2019-10-20T20:11:08","date_gmt":"2019-10-20T20:11:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/?p=158"},"modified":"2023-01-28T08:45:15","modified_gmt":"2023-01-28T16:45:15","slug":"the-treacherous-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/20\/the-treacherous-month\/","title":{"rendered":"The Treacherous Month"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This week&#8217;s writing prompt, brought by Christine Kendall, was: &#8220;Write a poem starting with the opening line of Helen Hunt Jackson&#8217;s &#8216;November&#8217;: <em>This is the treacherous month when autumn days<\/em>&#8230;&#8221; Ten minutes of writing produced the following unexpurgated works.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<h3>October<\/h3><h6>Greg Wright<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This is the treacherous month when<br>\nautumn days betray my summer lusts<br>\nby draping them in raiment which falls<br>\nrich and red from bared shoulders<br>\nand clings wet to breast and hip,<br>\nwhen carnal knowledge of coming <br>\nfrost raises flesh so sensitive to touch<br>\nand longing for spring arises with vigor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A rest; and then return to the vernal,<br>\na leap and surge of fertile potency.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Those are the months when summer&#8217;s flush<br>\nexpose the treachery of autumnal death. <\/p>\n\n\n\n&nbsp;\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">September Song, after Lines by Helen Hunt Jackson<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<h6 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Julianne Seeman<\/h6>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The month of my birth<br>\u2018is the treacherous month<br>When autumn days\u2019<br>glorious in their last gasp<br>plunge of red and gold<br>purple and the lush<br>green of grass signal<br>the end.<br>It would be easy to ignore<br>unless we knew otherwise<br>and view the flames<br>of Aspen as torches lifted<br>to heaven and some kind<br>of organized eternity<br>perhaps for those who believe<br>in the golden light<br>of Ascension and Resurrection<br>all trumpets and glory<br>a veritable Easter Tide of Joy.<br>But this is autumn, Fall<br>with its own Biblical annunciation<br>declaring the end, the end,<br>the end.<br>And how is it that life<br>is most glorious at its end:<br>no wrinkles, illness<br>or infirmity; no loss<br>or poverty, just this ceremony<br>of leaves, A Bach Cantata<br>lifting our eyes, filling our souls,<br>immune for the moment<br>to the death that will follow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This week&#8217;s writing prompt, brought by Christine Kendall, was: &#8220;Write a poem starting with the opening line of Helen Hunt Jackson&#8217;s &#8216;November&#8217;: This is the treacherous month when autumn days&#8230;&#8221; Ten minutes of writing produced the following unexpurgated works.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-158","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prompts"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=158"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":375,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158\/revisions\/375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/confluencepoets.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}