Winter 2009 Poetry Competition First Prize

My Poem about Autumn

by Caroline Davies


Today we have to write a poem

about autumn

Autumn is brown

with orange splodges.


Miss Jones tells me

to be more precise

Autumn is dark poo brown

with bright orange splashes

like my baby brother’s sick.


I get a detention.

I am supposed to write

I will not be silly in English lessons.

One hundred times.



Autumn is bronze

browned off with being cast

as mellow and fruitful.

Autumn smells of smoke

and old people’s clothes.

Crackles like dead leaves.

Hurls conkers from the trees

on to the parked cars.

Autumn is wild.


Miss Jones

pins it to the wall.

Its edges curl.

 ©2009 Caroline Davies

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