Sapling (poem)
By way of explanation, slightly; this is me attempting alliterative verse a la old Germanic/Scandinavian forms. The metre isn't great, I think. But it can maybe be its own form, its own thing?
Also... title is "meh" - maybe someday I'll think of something better. It's a "it needs a title, this'll do."
Yes, my next-door neighbour in real life really does have a young ash, maybe 5 years since they planted the sapling. It's probably technically past the sapling stage, I guess, but it's still pretty small. Probably not actually big enough branches to support the weight of a raven, but poetic license.
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Sapling
[17/7/2014]
Grows a small, young ash Green spearheads throw shadows
In the neighbour yard It dreams of its mighty cousin
I daydream of you In a raven's feathers
Come here to see me Calling a mimic's song
Watching over me Walking the tree's limbs
As you walk the world-ash O lovely Skytreader.
Also... title is "meh" - maybe someday I'll think of something better. It's a "it needs a title, this'll do."
Yes, my next-door neighbour in real life really does have a young ash, maybe 5 years since they planted the sapling. It's probably technically past the sapling stage, I guess, but it's still pretty small. Probably not actually big enough branches to support the weight of a raven, but poetic license.
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Sapling
[17/7/2014]
Grows a small, young ash Green spearheads throw shadows
In the neighbour yard It dreams of its mighty cousin
I daydream of you In a raven's feathers
Come here to see me Calling a mimic's song
Watching over me Walking the tree's limbs
As you walk the world-ash O lovely Skytreader.