Life Interrupted

Echoes of footsteps
Thin bleatings of spring
Sink into green velvet
Sheep float in pools
Cupped in ribbons of soil

Still trees hold vigil
Standing nude; black-widows
Tearing their flesh
Over dark fingered gloves
Sprawled broken on rock

Hear the river dragon’s roar
Flaring stone gills-
Spitting damp icy breath
Loath to release its grip
Or lift wings of flood

Creeping it whispers
Boiling a death mask
Of thin paper clouds
Laying flat to the land
It swallows them whole


Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

In this time of winter, we have some flowers on trees in belgium. And a great sun in the sky...

Bye, have good time in this time of holiday.

9:51 PM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Lovely write! and happy holidays!! :)

10:59 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Wow!! "Hear the river dragon’s roar/Flaring stone gills-" what a wonderfully harsh image. Love it Sue!!

1:16 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Nature is made so strong and powerful with these images. A picture, not of fangs, but with fangs which is not satisfied to be only seen. It follows us with the ominous patience of a predator. You write as if you have been working too hard and too long at a civilised job.

Wonderful, Sue.

2:09 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Strong images and great rhythm, Sue!

9:42 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Powerful and vivid.
Superb, Sue! Best wishes this holiday season.

12:31 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

words as wild as winter itself.

5:16 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Lovely poem

5:44 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

waiting to laugh more

9:42 AM  

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