A serpent’s tail poem in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. I might get a story out of it too.
By the light of the rising sun,
dun trees dance naked beneath
leafless sky. Boughs bend,
(fends stone, this icy air),
their spindle limbs leaping,
seeping sap-blood chilled,
spilled upon the frosty grass.
Glass-green and brittle, the light,
night shadows chased away,
daybreaks, and boreal winds among the dancers sway.
Stay here awhile, watch sol invictus soar high,
sky-igniting, and feathered firebirds fly.
20 thoughts on “#writephoto: Solstice”
The unconquered sun… perfect for a solstice poem, Jane.
Thanks Sue. Those trees have to be dancing for someone.
They were 😉
Like a magic incantation. (K)
Thank you, it is a bit like that with its chain links.
Wonderful, Jane. One to be read aloud. 🙂
Thanks Diana 🙂 A real compliment!
Superb Jane I see it all in my mind’s eye. 💜
Thank you, Willow!
It’s the truth Jane 💜
The trees in the photo couldn’t be doing anything but dancing 🙂
I agree dancing and whispering.💜
They look to be having a good time too 🙂
Yes they are, they know best 💜
You set a very surreal scene in this piece, Jane.
The photo strikes me as surreal with those very oddly shaped trees.