Tree Gods

It looks pretty, doesn't it?
Pure white snow
Covering the sticky, clumpy clay
The farmer ploughed
Just the other day,
When it was Autumn.
See
Majestic pines, proud beasts
Of epic fairytales.
Tamed by powdered, whitening dust
Of virgin snow,
Sprinkled willy nilly. Just
Winter's opening gambit.
Standing in all knowing certitude
Of what's to come.
Swathes of foreign, freezing winds,
Blankets of whiteness
Against their woody ankles pinned,
Frozen to their roots.
or
Majestic pines, heroic warriors
of epic sagas.
Boughs entwined for mutual protection 
From virgin snow.
Sprinkled exposed spears, in reflection
Of winter's opening gambit.
Winter! Yggdrasil cries to heavy skies.
Come do your worst.
We've fought together since your time began
Virgins melt before us.
We are privy to your plan.
You shall not have us !

Your choice. 



For a prompt at dverse.  An idea from my picture calendar, the first day of snow. www.dVerse.com

Life

The sun shone for the first time
In many days today.
Towering sentinels, tree guardians
Reached skywards to touch
Watery yellow skies
Laden with snow.
Breathe out, live again.


Written for Verse First http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ch 

Tired

Lifeless blood drained sky
Stark, black, bony fingered trees
Tired drooping soul

For Haiku Heights, Blood prompt http://haiku-heights.blogspot.co.uk

Blood of my blood

For Haiku Heights

Blood of my blood spurts
Through your lanky youthful frames
Thanks mummy dearest

Alien monsters

Cowering across the river
With fear filled heart
Breath almost eluding me.
The monsters awoke.
Fiercely glowering 
Those sinister clowns
Rose up
On spider thin legs
Stomping, wading towards me.
I ran south
Not looking behind me.
But heard,
Stone splintering, smashing,
Glass grinding underfoot.
Screaming.
Aeroplanes,
Screeched across the skies
Rat tat tatting, bullets flying.
Glass
And water
Cut razorlike.
I
sneaked a look behind.
Creatures downed, drowned.
Safe?


Linking to "Our World Tuesday" a view of London by an expat Londoner. 

http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.ch

The collective

I got as close as I could get,
Staying just outside their reach,
But I could feel their power
Money sucking like a bloody leach.
Resistance is not futile.
I will not obey.
I want to be an individual.
There must be another way
To stand against the collective.
Blurred edges to avoid.
What will happen do you think,
If I shout the word, Android?

Rucksack

I will wake up one fine day,

Pack my rucksack and be away.

Perhaps I'll leave a note by the kitchen sink

The family will see it there,  I think.

And now I feel guilty about the other half

I'll be happy if he joins me, it will be a laugh.

Maybe I'll leave him a special note.

He can join me, if it floats his boat.

I'll be by myself for a couple of weeks,

Find a quiet place, enjoy a few treats.

When he is ready, his bags all packed,

His employers informed with the utmost of tact.

Then we shall begin the tour of our years,

Putting behind us our dreary careers.

We've dotted the i's and crossed all the t's.

Educated our kids in the birds and the bees.

Done all the things we're supposed to do,

Now it's time for us, yes,  just us two.

It's our time to remember at last, once more

How to do all the things that we used to adore.

It's been so long since it's been just we,

We will have to experiment with fun and see

Well, just thinking about it has given me cheer

But, there are mails in the inbox and the phone's ringing, oh dear!