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.
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April 19, 2018
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I love the contrast between the old oak and the sapling boy. Spring does that to all of us, I guess. Nice write, Bjorn.
Wow Bjorn!❤️ This is wonderfully mesmerizing and dark! I love the image “an omen of a wind so soft, so sensual.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.❤️
Oh my, so sensual, thoughts go in all directions. 🙂
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.
Nice to remember there is a boy inside that old oak.
I too believe that youthfulness must be an aspect to all season changes
much love…
An almost terrible beauty in here.
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.
I love this, especially your closing lines.
I love the boy sapling inside the old man oak. I often think about the spaling that became the old man oak, my friend.
sapling boy & old oak and the bringing in of the crows I all LOVED!
an awakening – an awakening! stirring write with wonderfully accurate and highly descriptive portrait so well captured. Fantastic Bjorn!
Nice twist at the end, and I love the buttermilk sap.
Get those old oak trees riled up and excited no one knows what all will happen. Fun read, Bjorn.
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An absolutely wonderful poem! And what an absolutely wonderful tree!
The Old man oak! What a beautiful personification!
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Speaks to my soul. Wonderful read.