Before the flood
Red maple trees stood majestic
Sweeping skies with wispy limbs
Bent on tickling castaway clouds
While chickadees played in the boughs
Lulled by waters weeping, seeping
The forest surrendered to the marsh
Stumps decayed, withered and weary
Forsaken but fastened still
Written for dVerse where Bjorn has asked us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words. Fun stuff.
Love your verb choices, your alliteration. Awesome piece.
Wow, I never would have guessed that this was written with a 44 word limit in mind. It really is good. Love the ‘s’ sounds! And chickadees in boughs. Very very nice.
Thanks so much, Mary. 🙂
Love the beauty of nature – red maple trees, chickadees and forest surrendering to the marsh ~ Thanks for joining us Mish 🙂
Thank you, Grace. 🙂
I sense some hope in this -well done!
so beautiful and serene….
I love the sense of presence in your poem, as well as the past of splendid wood… I envy the name chickadees… a perfect poetic name for those little tough birds
Yes, the word reminds me of a children’s story called “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom”. It has the greatest rhythm!
This is profoundly beautiful, wistful–reminding me of something Mary Oliver would have written.
What a generous compliment, Victoria. I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you!!
It feels to me as though nature is adapting to the wateriness of her circumstances with grace. What a lovely poem.
A beautiful way to put it…yes. Thank you. 🙂