Pastoral

The challenge this past weekend at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for Saturday’s Mix was to write a pastoral–poetry or prose.  Despite a rather non-idyllic last few months on the farm, I found some inspiration this evening.  Although it might be frowned upon sharing only a haiku for the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads, that’s all I’ve had time for lately.  Please forgive me and enjoy Caroline.

a rare selfie with Sweet Caroline

 

 

 

a perfect moment
sweet baby girl snuggling
into tender heart

 

Crow Beneath the Moon

I am combining challenges from Mindlovemiserys Menagerie where today’s Tale Weaver challenge is to write about the moon and Real Toads where Fireblossom Friday is back to challenge us to write about crows.  I choose to do the challenge in the form of a triolet.  I’m also sharing with the open mic for d’Verse Poets.

 

A murder of crows
beneath the silver moon;
from the tree tops arose
a murder of crows.

Their raucous cry grows
leaving me in a swoon–
a murder of crows
beneath the silver moon.

 

A Message

Today’s challenge at Real Toads in Over/Under/Through.  I am not sure my poem fits this a hundred percent, but I’m going to go with the idea that it’s close enough.  The inspiration of the poem was my walk in pasture earlier this week.  As I sat on the large stone by the waterway and noticed the roots of the trees peeking from the soil looking like bleached bones, I kept hearing “go back to your roots.”  I have no idea what it means, but it certainly did make an impact.  The images are from that same walk.

torn from the earth eons ago,
ancestors lie beneath the land
rain falls, soaks into their soul;
seasons whisper to my heart–
go back to your roots.

ancient wisdom leaches into
the rich, black native soil
old bones reach out to me
from beyond the grave–
go back to your roots.

water that washed bones white
and fed the trees and grass
runs through my veins;
carrying a message across time–
go back to your roots.

layer upon generation of experiences
a foundation set in stone
all the way to solid bedrock
winter winds howl a message–
go back to your roots.