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Click hereNot bent nor broken,
but felled mid the mangroves,
where overhangs hide snook and redfish,
where a blue heron sits silently perched on one leg,
a black willow died;
its catkins, once nectar for the many,
its bark, once food for the small Florida deer,
its shade, once refuge for a lonely poet,
its memory, swept by the power of a hurricane
its bounty now dwells in dreaming of whales....
I especially loved your descriptions of the swamp and creatures. Wonderful job:)
are you familiar wth 6 mile cypress outside FT Meyers?
xoxo
maria
EXCELLENT poem! Tempo to topic, (~_*) I see the deer in blue... the Heron peg legged and recalled a flavor, I have not savored in awhile, redfish! But what I miss the most, fishing under the over hang of a black willow. Paramount poem! (~_~)
I like this partly because the images are so clear and also because of the sharp contrast with the ancient European tradition that the willow tree is associated with malevolent magic.
All life's joys and treasures
So ephemeral;
Looking back we mourn their passing
And remember.
imagery and figurative language adds atmosphere here, mentioned in today's new poem reviews.