Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #34
blackbird, tree, pantomime, whirled, whistling, barbaric,
bawds, pierced, moving, snowing, afternoon, rhythms
The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #226
fall, mist, flesh, secret, holy, drift,
hidden, tide, abyss, pass, light, tames
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #279
When The Oak Tree Fell
It didn’t drift in tame movement, didn’t whirl
around in barbaric rhythms of secret holy pantomime
in damping mist of foreign tides. Didn’t stop or still
itself for piercing whistle of winging blackbird.
Just fell straight down, pushed by bawdy wind
on an afternoon that promised snow. Left column
of light where once it provided cooling shade. Broke
and destroyed nothing in its final dive into abyss of death.
Left behind only its flesh to be cut up in chunks for firewood
and a certain soft ache of sadness at its passing.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/22/15
Notes: Sister called two days ago to tell me that the biggest oak in their backyard fell over during the windy afternoon just passed. When I saw the word tree in the two word lists, my mind wouldn’t go any further. I could hear the bit of sadness in her voice, and felt an echo of it inside of me. Used all of the words.
Image is a hand drawn pen and ink zentangle done some time ago.