Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “…write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact.”
There is a series called “Tree Drawings” by Tim Knowles, a British artist. It was produced using drawing implements attached to the tips of tree branches with the wind’s effects on the tree recorded on paper. Tim’s concept got me picturing pens dangling from trees and what simple honest poetry they might write if given the chance.
photo credit: Hawthorne Landscape
Title “Poetree” credit to Martina Smith, with thanks.
A breeze was but a dream
that summer day,
I crossed the hay fields
to Musquatch; nothing to do
but dangle in the shade
of the old oak.
I settled flat on my back
for a little nap, looked up
through the leaves — only to see
a pen reeling down
straight to me
out of thick air.
right. on. my. nose.
I went cross-eyed
as soon as I tried
to slide out from under.
The pen stayed still–
that is until, I replaced
my space with a writing pad.
Right away, the pen
began to sway.
In no time at all,
it filled the page:
There once was a poet who did not believe
in the poetry tree by the brook,
but once she saw it had pens for its leaves,
cried, “My oh! This tree been has mistook!
It not is at how all I perceived!”
(Her syntax and rhyme, gleaned from hard books,
makes it tough to say just what she means.)
From Heaven above, Chaucer shot her a look
that said, “You need to sleep, Dear. Sweet dreams.”