Signs

Time slept curled in a hollow tree
–miz quickly

The tree grew like antlers.
It waited.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Tree and antlers twined
endured and multiplied.
The tree grew like antlers.

The silence of bones.
Welcome or warning?
It waited.

A hidden refuge.
Eternal, opposed.
Like a tree, the antlers grew.

Miz Quickly asked us to consider a line from one of her discarded poems.  I thought the line quoted at the beginning of the post fit well with Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, above.

The poem is a Cascade, a form suggested by Janice at On the Land when I published “Deep”, not having written down what form I used.  Although it ended up that “Deep” was a Villanelle, the Cascade form appealed to me, so I’ve used it here.