Poetry cornerPosted: 09/08/2013 Filed under: Poetry corner | Tags: almost funny, funghi, oak, poetry, trunk, weird poetry 5 Comments
The mighty oak – by Judy Juxtapositions
I threw my hand down hard,
Upon it’s gnarly bark,
It bit back with a shard,
A splinter like a shark
I’m desperate by now to see,
Its rings, its roots and fungi,
And difficult it is for me,
To fall for just any one tree.
Its filthy leaves and taunting trunk,
Beckoning like an oaky hunk,
Some think I should know better by now,
Oh those dirty-minded boughs.
To those that damn me – if they could,
Be out alone and spanking wood,
Their minds would change within a flash,
To come across a nice young Ash
Oh those waving hungry boughs…
This is really lovely. I love the line ‘A splinter like a shark’. Nailed it.
Cheers Jayde! I’d love to take some credit, but the truth is that it rhymed… and that’s about it!
You still came up with it! That’s credit enough 🙂
Ahem… I mean Judy Juxtapositions said it rhymed obviously….
Ms. Juxtaposition, I love your overall metaphor comparing finding love someone to that of a tree. Very imaginative. I can visualize it. Thank you.