NICKY TULLETT
Menopausal Metaphors (or Now is the Autumn of Our Discontent) The copper leaves start to lose their colour, Desiccate and fall to earth. On especially stormy nights You can hear them slowly twisting To the ground below. The autumnal fog, smell of bonfires And yesterday’s fireworks Suggest the coloured Catherine wheel Is spent. The season of mellow fruitfulness is over.
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