by Georgie Kett, with commentary from Matt Tattersall
Swift as a gust of autumn wind you struck,
Flurried, befuddled, my life I found bound.
One brief look, an instant was all it took,
Dry leaves scattered, laid out dead on the ground.
A flush of scarlet lips, the spark of gold,
A drip of warm blood, the rain it did fall.
The feel of your eternal warmth took hold;
Putrid stench, knotting stomach to a ball.
Leaves stop clamouring at our mud-caked feet!
Dissolve in the puddle of tears we cry.
If I should bewitch this rain into sleet,
This autumnal wind may aid me to fly!
Pounding hearts shan’t save our love- no more lies.
My leaves and I flutter in autumn skies.