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VERNAL WRECKS

"VERNAL WRECKS"
Maragaret Ann Waddicor. 14th October 2010.

Crossed twigs, cracked limbs,
a nose protruding, granite mossed
sarcophagus lid, stark Winter's drought,
spilt seed pods black, antler shapes,
bones brittle, broken, bleached,
brown leaves, layered maps,
the season's robbing sap.

Bleating streams scream,
cleaned out frosted roots,
bleeding reds of fallen beasts,
scoured lake, blank face paled,
impaled bark, feathered fringes faded.

Fathoms deep, all sleeps,
weep drops of dew, sharp light, white,
wizened fronds, bracken blackened,
patterned ponds shallow,
dark moulds, mounds, abrupt sounds,
echoes cold across the waste.

Howl wolf, bark fox, squeak mouse,
cackle crow, sigh curlew slow,
torn, seared, smeared, driven,
blizzard tossed, iniquitous,
relentless vernal equinox.

Style / type: 
Free verse

Comments

but I am not sure what ' it ', is. Is there some technical term for what you did? It made me think of the coming of winter. i guess lately everything reminds me of winter, for ours is soon upon us. Love, ~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

This is how it is, on the bone-end of winter, when everything the cold and snow destroys and conceals is revealed in the thaw before the warmth kicks in and things begin to grow.
You should do this one as a recording, Ann, it would sound superb.

And I love the title!

Respectfully, Race

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just enough, not too much to be obvious.
and what a wonderful sight-see i went on with you
thank you
love and hugs
judyanne
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

This is really a poem, Ann, I love reading this poem again and again.
Thanks, friend.
Regards
Ayaz

And I haven't acknowledged your wonderful remarks,
and they are so too. Oh I thank you and feel somehow
privileged by you my friends.

Wonderful comments, wonderful.

Love as ever Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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