Signs

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Time slept curled in a hollow tree
–miz quickly

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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.

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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.

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27 responses to “Signs”

  1. merrildsmith says :

    Magical images and poetry! I want to read this over and over and ponder.

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  2. Jodi says :

    So interesting how you form these works of art and words!

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  3. deuxiemepeau says :

    So impressive! Bravo!

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  4. Sue Vincent says :

    ‘silence of bones’…nice 🙂

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  5. Sharon Mann says :

    These are images and words to ponder, thanks for posting.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. davekingsbury says :

    Impressionist image and cascading words work well in tandem.

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  7. alongtheinterstice says :

    all of it resonating in a mythical way

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  8. memadtwo says :

    One of your best poems in my humble opinion.

    Like

  9. Jill Kuhn says :

    Like a tree, the antlers grew… like this image, Kerfe! And your print too! 😃

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  10. Poet Rummager says :

    When I was little, I watched as a deer rubbed his head on a tree trunk. As he pulled away, I saw his magnificent antlers and thought that was how deer got antlers… by rubbing against trees until the branches stuck to its head. Lol. I loved your poem; it makes so much sense to me, and the six-year-old child in me is still in awe! Your intriguing art and words belong together. Excellent works of art, K.

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  11. D. Wallace Peach says :

    Wonderful take on the prompt, in words and images. 😀

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  12. robbiesinspiration says :

    This is quite fascinating.

    Like

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