September is like Egypt – Poetry by Marguerite Doyle

Rene Magritte – Sixteenth of September

September is like Egypt,
veiling peacock eyes.
She waves cobalt blue aside
with cold turquoise.

In July the sun sinks
reluctantly to sleep.
In June she hardly sets at all,
Aurora trailing after her.

But in September—
before dark November,
she drops down the garden wall
a gypsy’s shawl.

See the Nile at sunset—
beyond the riverbank
A Firebird’s plumage bright
plunging into night.

About the Poet

Marguerite is from Dublin, Ireland and is interested in exploring her native city and its surroundings as the poetic space. She has also travelled widely, and this influences her work. Marguerite graduated from Dublin City University in 2020 with an M.A. in Creative Writing. She received a Special Mention for her entry to the Desmond O’Grady International Poetry Prize in 2020.

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.

2 thoughts

  1. Amazing writing. 👏🏻 Such vivid and evocative imagery to my mind’s eye; truly captivating. I also enjoyed the rhyme scheme, it felt very intrinsic and natural to the poem. It flowed so well, it wasn’t until my second or third reading of this piece that I finally noticed it. That is wonderful, since rhyming can be difficult and it can disrupt the flow of the poem at times.

    Beautiful and brilliant work, dear poet. You’re inspiring and amazing. Keep writing on.

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