Today's early morning post is free verse and jaunty. I do so enjoy my woodland walks and always feel
inspired. As an observational/confessional poet. I often put my self in place of my subjects. Hoping to gain better insight to their perspective. In this poem I have enthused to do just that. Having a love of oaks I often ponder on how hard it must be to grow to such grandeur… the obstacles in their paths and the very awakening of them. Hence 'Woodland Prince' was born.
Woodland Prince
Slowly unfurling to the sweet warmth penetrating my being
Basking in the rays that dapple through the deep canopy
I wake to beaded water droplets, festooning silken webs
Sending cascading colours across the soft mossy floor
The dampness around me, a heady palette of musk
Mouldy moisture and yet a pleasant taste to me
Glorious jade greens dance gaily to my eyes
The ever-changing canopy waltzing about
Splaying light beams to dark crevasses
Breathing life to dank cold corners
An abundance of new birth to all
I’m still now… as I take stock
A momentary pause in time
Before I begin my ascent
Taking my rightful place
Among the giants
To be mammoth
Living legend
Whispering
Oak
By Helen Stallard
March 10, 2014
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