Skyscraping white pine
swaying in the stiff breeze -
ear pressed to the
bark
I hear its groans,
but my cheek transmits
a rough comfort.
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May 03, 2009
The Greening, seriously condensed
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Who was Cassandra?
In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
Very lovely. In such few words.
Posted by: Nora | May 04, 2009 at 08:43 AM
When trees
spay their milk,
creeks run dry.
Posted by: Bill | May 04, 2009 at 12:04 PM
Sorry,
When trees spray their milk,
minnows swim upstream.
Nothing is running dry yet.
Beth thanks for this post and prompt. I really like your poem. I didn't resonate with it until I went off into my own corner (probably not corner you went to) with your image and thought for a while -- can this really be an image of a bark breast spraying leaves? I think of the groans of my mothers stomach that I heard as a child, not at her breast, but not long after. I feel prepared for Mother's Day!
Posted by: Bill | May 04, 2009 at 01:50 PM
lovely photo :)
Posted by: lisa | May 04, 2009 at 10:40 PM
Kia ora Beth,
Lovely, the Soul and Essence of the tree.
Cheers,
Robb
Posted by: Robb | May 04, 2009 at 10:41 PM