Old man oak

Still skeletal
the gnarly canopy of this old man oak,
with sap as thick as buttermilk,
leans against despair of time;
when suddenly
the daring thrill of blackbirds
challenge
thaw the frost and brings
an omen of a wind so soft, so sensual
it stirs the sapling boy
inside this old man oak.

A poem for Sanaa using a list of words at toads.

April 19, 2018

17 responses to “Old man oak

  1. Good golly, bro. This is one of the best poems I think you’ve ever written. This is incredible!!!

    I especially like these descriptions:
    “the gnarly canopy”
    “thick as buttermilk”
    “leans against despair of time”
    “an omen of a wind so soft”
    “it stirs the sapling boy
    inside this old man oak”

    So, yeah. The whole thing. 😉 Excellent work.

  2. Hi Bjorn! Wonderful to have you back.. You have created a thing of stark contrast in this poem – such a memorable central image of the oak.

  3. an awakening – an awakening! stirring write with wonderfully accurate and highly descriptive portrait so well captured. Fantastic Bjorn!

  4. Get those old oak trees riled up and excited no one knows what all will happen. Fun read, Bjorn.
    ..

I try to reciprocate all comments. If you want me to visit a particular post, please direct me directly to that post.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.