I know they dread my coming, and am hurt by it. I cannot help what I am, what I am not. There is, within me, a burnished fragility. I am quiet in my approach, deceptively tentative. A stealthy guest is not always a welcome guest. I bring a season of harvest more meaningful than the blossoms of my showy cousin, Summer -- but still, I am resented. Despised for what I herald -- darkness, cold, hopelessness -- I am the anti-Persephone, the fall of leaves, the closing of doors and hearts.
Sarah Doyle is the Pre-Raphaelite Society's Poet-in-Residence. She has been widely placed and published, with her first collection, "Dreaming Spheres: Poems of the Solar System" (co-written with Allen Ashley), being published by PS Publishing in Autumn 2014. Sarah co-hosts Rhyme & Rhythm Jazz-Poetry Club at Enfield's Dugdale Theatre. More at: www.sarahdoyle.co.uk
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