Nor’east winds
harvest
cedar tops–
heaving,
thick-pitched and
hinged from
trunk to earth.
Humbled,
they give o’er.
Hatchet
ax and saws
hewing
form from branch
Hacking
limb and wit.
Hoisting
upwardly
a hole
into nor’east winds–
a hatch
made of cedar
holding
fast toward the
heavens…
or at least a
hired calling.
nicely done Rick–
Thanks Marie!
I like the ladder fine, but blogging in the style of Beowulf is just really cool!
That’s the thing about writing poetry–you go for Beowulf but often get Grendel instead…Thanks John!