Prompt #12 - The Palate Cleanser Prompt - Praise the Prompt Goddess
Some morning, the world feels both vast and still. Today, I wandered under an old oak, letting the branches and bark tell their story. This one is for the quiet moment, the ones that leave a mark without a word.
your lofty height
magnificent sight
broad spreading crown
smooth silvery-brown bark
leaves shaped like fingers
flowers that bloom in spring
your presence - majestic
sunlight filters through
branches thick and firm
the oak gives shade
acorns scatter below
the squirrel’s sheer delight
spring
summer -
glorious beauty
autumn arrives
colours displayed
like fiery gems
I look up
you sway
leaves drift down
my manicured lawn
mown to perfection
now a colourful bed
rake, rake, rake
bag, bag, bags
every year the same
I grow old and weary
your bark grows rougher
age changes both of us
if only you knew
lofty oak
how much time you take
enough!
time’s up!
too many years of ache
the choper I take
around you I walk
one two three four five
arms raised
back braced
the sharp blade cuts
a tremor felt
the wind rushes
the bark weeps
I look up
you look down
leaves just shed
your branches bow
straining to reach
the pain below
the ooze thickens
flows quickly
to find me
each syrupy strand
circles my feet
I can’t move
the wind howls
dark chills rise
the ooze pulls
darkness folds in
the bark yawns open
one strike too many
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I love the poem, good message. Trees being chopped down I frown upon and anyone doing it, without good reason, should get their comeuppance.
That's what you get for chopping down a tree! Love this!