Fall For You

Last October, the Horrible Writing Writers Support Group on Facebook, started a monthly 500 word flash fiction challenge with the aim of having a little fun. It didn’t take long for ‘A Breviloquent Challenge’ to blossom into a podcast.

The podcast born out of that monthly challenge, The Stories We Tell, launches it’s first two episodes today, (April 23rd 2019) and in celebration I am publishing my entry from the first episode here for you to read.

Fall For You was a first in several ways. It was the first time I’d took up a flash fiction challenge, and it was also my first ever attempt at poetry, although to be fair I didn’t actually set out to write a poem. In fact apart from the title I had absolutely no idea what I was going to write, but within fifteen minutes the piece was written and posted as presented here.

Fall For You

It was fall when I fell for you, when you came into my world. My favorite season gifted me, all my dreams come true.

Your smile beamed. Warmer than a summers sun, as it tried to grab the clouds with its dying light, clinging for dear life.

Your bright red hair put autumnal leaves to shame, so they’d fall and bow to you.

Your laugh. Sweeter than the whispering winds, foretelling of a long dark winter soon to come.

Your eyes, brighter than the stars above…

Even they fell for you.


Was but two seasons we shared our love, before the grippe wrenched you from my bosom, so many years too soon.  

That little box was meant for shoes, not for you my love.

Above you now nothing but sod, atop me only cloud.  Snowdrops and teardrops adorn your tumulus. A vale of frost your shroud.

The seasons come and pass without you, but there’s no warmth or glow.  Perpetual winter in my heart, makes it beat so slow.


Once more you come to haunt me Demeter.  Once more our paths doth cross.

I hunger not for your splendor, a pale spectre of his shining light, nor the fruits of past year’s toil.

I hunger for your trial, that you seem fit to wrest my love from my arms, as in a jealous rage at his beauty.

Apollo’s sunsets forever cold and dead.

Aura’s pumpkin spiced breeze, a callous whisper, means naught to my heart, blackened like the starless sky above.

I shall not rest until I am before you.  

On hands and knees should I crawl to your throne, to place this jagged crown of sorrow upon your brow.  

May your blood stained tears colour these ripened leaves, and may they thaw my soul.


Was but two seasons we shared my love, before that black god stole you, so many years too soon.

That little box was meant for shoes, not for you my love.

Above you now nothing but sod, atop me only cloud.  Snowdrops and teardrops adorn your tumulus. A vale of frost your shroud.

A cold white sheet laid out beside you, for me to lay my head. Soon my love I’ll join thee, now that autumn’s spell is shed.

If you wish to know more about The Stories We Tell, I wrote an article for Podern Times in which I interviewed creators Natalie Aked and Paul Sating about the project, or can simply visit the podcast’s home page for links to your favorite podcatcher.

If you are interested in having your work featured on the podcast, you will need to become a member of the excellent Facebook group where you can join hundreds of friendly writers.

Hope to see you there!

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