Old oak – for dVerse


old oak waits till last
carefully unfolds its leaves
when blackbirds sing

under its lime-green canopy
purple frog-cups whisper spring

in oak-leaf carpet
acorn sends a sapling forth
gnarled old father

squirrels battling noisily
only one can rule this tree

Frog-cup

Frog-cup


Today at dVerse Poetics Abhra wants us to write poetry about trees. We are fortunate enough to have an oak in our garden. I wrote this set of brief poetry of the oak in spring. Come join us at the pub when it opens at 3PM EST.

May 6, 2014

58 responses to “Old oak – for dVerse

  1. This is lovely, I like it very much… ‘gnarled old father’ is amazing! And, of course, purple frog-cups whispering spring, with that photo.. beautiful!

  2. nice… love the battling squirrels… so much life going on in those old trees… i find oaks such majestic trees…

  3. Great series, Björn! You are lucky to have an oak in your garden.
    I wonder how different you find writing micro poems from writing haiku.

    • I love the oak, It’s probably just slightly more than 100 years old, just gaining majesty…

      This form is based on a tan renga done twice. I have used the haiku-technique, of changing viewpoint in every stanza, much like how you compose a tanka.

  4. I enjoyed each stanza, Bjorn; but my favorite is the one many above have mentioned…the one with the battling squirrels. I can just picture the scene, with each one trying to gain control!

  5. I admire the tanka verses specially this part:
    under its lime-green canopy
    purple frog-cups whisper spring

    Cool to see your oak-leaf ~

  6. ha. i love squirrels so i appreciate their inclusion…those purple cups are amazing….just think how much potential is in each acorn…

  7. love the gnarled old father, he seems gentle though 🙂 like a dad or grandad letting the grandchildren clamber over him. I like the squirrel at the end, only one can rule this tree 🙂 very tender!

  8. We have majestic Maples in our area; the Oaks are elsewhere; nice form & lovely poetic, brother. Glad you liked the mention of Old Tjikko in my poem; thought of you, of course.

  9. oh, this made me smile and smile… i’ve never heard fritillaria called frog-cups before, but I love that. lovely!

  10. You call it frog-cup.Fritillaria meleagris
    In Dutch it is known as the Lapwing flower
    and over here fritillary
    snake’s head
    guinea-hen flower
    chess flower. Lots of aliases.
    Do you have a saying in Swedish like this:
    When the Ash is out before the Oak
    we can expect a real soak
    When the Oak is out before the Ash
    we only get a little splash

  11. Great subject! Oaks are magnificent and such incredible sculpture–you captured them well–love the frog cup 🙂

  12. This is lovely, Bjorn. You are a master at this form of poetry. And I learned a new name for one of my favourite flowers (frog cups), the snake’s head fritillary.

  13. I love how you’ve painted a grand shelter to many a life-form and captured Nature in all her majesty within such a small space…love the poetic form as well….brilliant

  14. I love your interpretation of the oak. I believe they provide an ecosystem for hundreds of species within one tree. You make me want to write another tree poem straight away!

    Frog cup is a wonderfully appropriate name for a flower we call snakes head fritillary. I shall change its name forthwith!
    Love,
    ViV
    PS leaves is the plural of leaf. English is a treacherous language!

  15. ….never heard of purple frog cups …how pretty they are ..for a minute I felt like I was in a fairy tale and the length of the poem is just right for the sweet poem

  16. I wouldn’t mind listening to blackbirds beneath the canopy among the purple frog-cups as squirrels fight in the branches above. definetly an easy piece to get lost in.

  17. Even in countries like mine, where they don’t grow naturally and are seldom seen, the oak has become such an iconic tree, if only by reputation. I particularly love the line, “gnarled old father”.

  18. Ooooohhhh… Beautiful! I had no idea those flowers were called frog-cups! And… En kort och kanske korkad fråga, men vad är de där två-radiga stanzorna för något? Haiku känner jag ju igen, men de där var något nytt! Underbar dikt! Som alltid!

    • En haiku kompletterad med två rader 7+7 blir en tanka, så detta är ett format som egentligen är två sammanhängande tanka, men jag har valt att skriva det som 4 stanza. Det roliga är att försöka växla synsätt på samma sätt som i en tanka.. Nästa projekt blir att skriva en choka… 🙂

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