octoburr moonrise

Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums

music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.

dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.

orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.


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17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lisa or Li's avatar Lisa or Li
    Oct 12, 2025 @ 00:38:19

    Lynn, I love the sensoriness of your poem and your wordplay within it.

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  2. Laura Bloomsbury's avatar Laura Bloomsbury
    Oct 11, 2025 @ 12:33:58

    Love your Octoburr! And especially this line in the poem

    “orange pumpkin planets shimmer”

    not least because it can be read with a Caesura

    orange pumpkin, planets shimmer

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  3. purplepeninportland's avatar purplepeninportland
    Oct 10, 2025 @ 19:56:59

    Excellent wordplay. Lovely poem, Lynn!

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)'s avatar Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Oct 09, 2025 @ 08:15:48

    You make it sound so wonderful…

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  5. mitchteemley's avatar mitchteemley
    Oct 09, 2025 @ 07:32:53

    Delightful wordplay, Lynn.

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  6. merrildsmith's avatar merrildsmith
    Oct 09, 2025 @ 05:06:59

    Beautifully evocative, Lynn. I imagine there was quite a shimmer under that bright harvest moon!

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  7. Dora's avatar Dora
    Oct 08, 2025 @ 20:31:21

    music of mysterious season” — what an opening, Lynn, musically alliterative itself, prompting us to listen more closely to the mystery sung, “awe-calling,” “thrum-drums,” the “honky geese,” the sighing trees all under “ghostly harvest moon-beams.” I love the music of your phrasings and how they reverberate with the “octoburr moonrise.” 🙂

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