Thursday, April 10, 2014

In the Shade of Sentinels - NaPoWriMo 10/30

We're really a third of the way through NaPoWriMo already? I'd say that's crazy, but I'm pretty sure I say that every year, so let's just get to the poem, yeah?

Today's poem was not inspired by any prompt, necessarily; just a really great nature hike my wife and I took this morning through (and you'll only maybe care about this if you're local) Tryon Creek. Gorgeous forest with trails that go on for miles. We felt the world melt away the second we drove in. A lovely place if you are able to make a visit.

As for the poem...well, hopefully it is also lovely. Enjoy!

In the Shade of Sentinels 

Their stalks, as if sheathed in scalemail,
or, if preferred,
like the legs of emerald-plumed gryphons
with their beaks to the goldening sky.

Songs lilt from limb and gnarl,
their artists lost among the canopy
or in these bastions' hollowed trunks,
seemingly content to trill their hymns in secret.

Yesterday's rain still burbling underfoot,
the sieve of outworn vigils
spills clean water into a creek
with bed tonguely soft and pink.

The hillside, always a flutter of green,
come spring, presents each arbor
a flock of cotton-white trilliums
testifying from under their tresses.

Their boughs furred with lichen and ivy,
the sun's dotage rarely falls
to warm the englaimed loam below.
The soil and its fungi don't appear to mind.

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