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Poem: Atypical Autumn…and a graphic novel update
We’re in the middle of autumn here in Eastern North Carolina. What does that mean? Beautiful trees and fire in the fireplace at night?
Hell no.
Most of our trees are evergreens, I think. We have a very few deciduous trees mixed in. But there are a few. And you catch glimpses of other color here and there. Temps are still averaging around 80 degrees although we’re no longer sitting on the Devil’s front porch (upper 90s). Still, there is beauty, and after living here for sixteen years, I’ve figured out how to find it.
Atypical Autumn
By Michelle Garren Flye
A fall like no other
With colors streaming
Like wild things at a party
Look there and there
Crimson poison ivy scales
The evergreen’s bark
And the pink magnolia seed
Gathers a fuzzy coat
Before it erupts to scatter
Scarlet hearts to unsuspecting birds
Spring and summer linger
In lemonade lantana
And late roses
If tradition is what you seek
Look to the dogwood
As its leaves brighten and fade
Chrysanthemums will blaze
And you might find a maple or two
But don’t expect too much
Atypical autumns don’t behave
The way you want them to
You have to adjust yourself
To see the beauty that’s there
And not wish for what
This season cannot be.
And with all that said, I should also add that I have recently completed edits on my graphic novel. Yeah, I know, that was fast! It feels weird that it went so fast. I think that’s the way things are when you’re driven to finish. Being completely self-published, I don’t have actual “deadlines”. Once I wrote this story, though, I knew I wanted to share it and my vision of it. Being able to do that in a visual way was very exciting to me. I’ve never been able to do that before except with my poetography. 😉 So, I’ll go ahead and announce that the kindle version of my graphic novel Hourglass is for pre-sale now on Amazon. The print version may take a little longer, and I definitely think it will be worth waiting for. I mean, who wants to read a comic book on their phone, right?
Poem 8 (National Poetry Month): Spellbound
April 8, 2020
Spellbound
By Michelle Garren Flye
I stopped for the butterfly,
Spellbound by his splendor,
As if he were dressed in finery
At an event where I wore jeans.
Sunlight sparked jeweled wings,
Black and gold speckled shade.
Magnificence in the midst
Of common beauty.
He took no notice of me
Though I froze in place
To make way for his jaywalking.
He just fluttered by,
Leaving me foolish,
A heart-deep longing
He woke in me.

A Poem Thing: Four Columns
Our columns are crumbling and we will all perish. Our nation implodes around us, but no one seems willing to stop it. And so the great Democracy experiment ends at last.
Four Columns
By Michelle Garren Flye
We stand in a great hall supported by four huge columns.
Truth
Justice
Equality
Honor
Colossal in height, enormous in strength, radiant in beauty.
Columns meant to support our roof for eternity.
But those columns have not been cared for.
Paint peels with each passing year.
We ding them and pepper them with bullet holes.
Long cracks run from ceiling to floor.
I wish I could put my arms around them.
Hold them together by sheer force of will.
Someone ties a flag around one, but it’s a poor bandage.
And then there is him. He’s bigger than us. He grasps a hammer in one hand.
He takes aim at Justice, strikes a heavy blow.
Yellow-white hair flies back as he howls.
What has Justice done to you, I cry, but my voice is lost.
He turns to Truth and strikes again and again.
One blow can’t bring down the mighty column—but he doesn’t strike just once.
Stop, I cry, rushing forward, but held back by the heavy mass of others between us.
I scream at them, pummel them with my tiny fists, spit arrows at them…
No one cares. No one listens, and he turns the hammer on Equality.
WE WILL ALL PERISH IF YOU LET HIM CONTINUE!
But they don’t stop him, and I wait for the damage to climax, the roof to collapse.
And when it comes, it is Honor that falls first.
It makes sense. Truth, Justice, Equality—all can take a beating from him.
But each blow on one of them also damaged Honor, and it crumbles at last.
It topples the others, too.





