Reflections of Havergal: 1994-2019

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September The Bluestocking , 1994 By Renita Rietz, Grade 12

RIPE summer swoons into shuddering September, The frenzy of midsummer is gone. Butterfly wings

torn by thistle thorns glimmer amongst the mosses. Bees dizzy and parched, Flowers veiny and limp. Fairies lie dead in the serpentine ivy. The oppressive sun withers into a garnet syrup. Balm y, will-o’the-wisp winds faint into eloquent dusk. A ghoulish moon dripping with gallium moans in a thick sky of velvet iodine. The frenzied gaiety is dead. Languish, faint in the blackberry pulp, in the plumy mush, of shuddering September.

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