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Wake up your poetry brains with 15 Words or Less (guidelines are here)!
This fossil of a giant elk or deer makes me think of:
- an elk with giant wings that could fly
- the antlers look like hands
- how does it hold its head up?
Here’s my first draft.
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count:>) If you leave a poem in the comments, and if it’s 15 words or less, I’ll try to respond!
37 Responses
Wings of bone
Heart missing
Still his head
Looks upward
Somehow the word “Still” makes this whole poem. Isn’t that odd, how one non-sensory word can evoke so much emotion? Lovely.
So nice, Amelia!
I like the use of “heart” and “head” in this… and the hope!
Laura,
I loved this photo. Where is this?
Thanks, Linda. It’s at the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh.
puzzle bones
grazing fields
antlers knitting
milkweed swatters
fossilized footprints
of times passed
Poem By Jessica Bigi
I love those antlers knitting, Jessica!
Thank you
“Puzzle bones”–very cool!
thank you
“Puzzle bones” is wonderful!
The Carousel’s New Member
Climb aboard
a seat I lack
antlers and pole
keep you
off my spindly back.
Laura, loved your wings in flight! With all of the fall fairs and carnivals in town the pole sent my brain scurrying to a carousel. Also, I am receiving this post twice.
Hi Martha–what a great concept! Spindly back–love it. Did you resubscribe recently? There was a time period of a week or so when it had not imported my subscribers yet, so I’m wondering if you subscribed again? I had done that and had to cancel one of my subscriptions once the import issue was fixed…
Thank you Laura. To my knowledge I did not subscribe twice, but never say never. I didn’t want to delete the second one until I was sure I was connected. I’ll do that now.
Oi. It might be another bug. I’m only getting one notification now. Here’s what I would say. Unsubscribe, and then see if you still get at least one email tomorrow morning. When I unsubscribed myself, it showed me when I had subscribed, and it was the new date of only a day or so before when I unsubscribed. If yours shows a date and it’s much older, then maybe it’s a bug. I’d still try to unsub and see if you get an email tomorrow. If all this doesn’t work, I’ll post and ask if other people are getting duplicates. If so, I’ll contact Support. Sorry for the hassle!
Not a very comfortable carousel ride!
Bones so black,
bones so smooth,
once these bones
could easily move.
Yikes. I am Anonymous. I’ll try again. My name is Pat — not podlipec2013. When I signed up on Word Press a couple of years ago, I guess I didn’t do it right. Can’t seem to change it.
Hi Pat, I think you’ve always shown up as podlipec on my blog…but, anyway, glad you’re here! I love the sensory feel of those black, smooth bones. I get such a sense of age from those descriptors.
White bones to black — once moving now still… two great contrasts.
Time Changes Everything
Petrified now in static splendor
Gone the fear I could once engender
Splendor is a great word, Marian, because this poem has such a majestic feel to it. Nice!
Oooh, love “static splendor”!
hoof, antler
tooth, horn
ancient bones
tell their tales
of battles won
of battles lost
This one makes me feel so melancholy, Buffy. Love those battles and the way they make the first two lines all feel like weapons.
Oh, the tales these bones could tell! The battles of wildlife are hard to watch sometimes.
Maybe not made of stone…but stony anyway! The ceiling here just made an impression and fit the structure of the sculpture, too. I can feel another poem trying to come to the fore.… Nice image!
Echoes of a Former Life
Once hide-hidden bone
Now side-splitting stone,
Elk’s thin laughter
Echoes in rafter -
Reverberating,
Invigorating,
Alone.
Thanks, Donna. This is lovely. I love those first two lines, especially. And IF this is a fossil, which I assume it is, rather than just very old bone, then it actually is stone, since bone or leaf or anything organic actually turns, cell by cell, into rock as it fossilizes. Amazing, right? Wonderful contrasting last line…
Druid deer
casts antler spells
until he meets
a greater
magic maker.
—Kate Coombs
This feels so mystical, Kate. I love that opening line!
I was once the leader-
fearless, debonair,
with antlers so admired
by the ladies fair.
Hehe–I love how he’s a ladies’ deer:>) Great language to create a certain voice.
Nostalgia
I deserve better
than
Museum Exhibit #21
You should have seen me
in real life
-Pamela Ross
Oh, this one totally brings this deer back to life. I can HEAR him!
Who says you can’t write from a different perspective and POV and make it work? {}
Love,
Pamela, perpetually typing with the Deer in the Headlights face xoxo
Heehee–I think finding that different perspective is what makes something WORK, usually. You’re on the cutting edge, girl–it’s what everyone’s looking for:>)