the snag

37 Comments on “the snag”

1. Whew. Vivid and intense. Especially the worm through flesh. I think what was most striking was the thought they were doing a good thing.

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   • thank you – worms are all part of the cycle though Blake took a less philosophical view!

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2. I’ve read back through a few posts and would have left you more comments, but your comments are closed on all but the most recent post. Anyway, I’m absolutely giddy over having found you. I love your work.

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   • thank you – closed comments reduce spam apparently 😉

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     • bit wary of that comment.
       From a Tamil Airport?

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       • very odd Diana – hence my heavily hinted reply 😈

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3. “masked foresters and their careless hands”….no wonder there are so many “sick rose”s…

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   • took me a while to understand why the rose was sick!

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4. Love the first stanza in particular and that final line, “keeping solitary naked trysts” is brilliant too 🙂

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   • thank you – its interesting how the stanzas change whilst I try to hang on to the thread 😉 needed that last stanza to hold it in place

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5. yet cloaked in woodland the snag persists
   keeping solitary naked trysts

   Stellar closing lines 🙂

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   • stellar comment – thank you ❤

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6. Those snags have great power of endurance. Well done.

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   • apparently they can stand for years – deadwood still good!

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7. Somehow the snag remains to tell us of our own folly as wells as myths and legends.. lot of stories there. Ha, the poetry writing on a Sunday was an interesting connection to what I had written,

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   • your comment resonates Bjorn – the snag is looking back at the folly of youth -p.s. really loved what you wrote for toads!

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8. I can really picture this!

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   • I need the pictures to prompt the poems 🙂

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     • together, like the left and right hand, picture and words unfold a story

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9. they have Midas touch – sadly it doesn’t end up turning to gold

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   • maybe the dust is gold for the next generation

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10. You never cease to amaze me with your images and strong words here Laura….the poor snag left to the worms and perhaps another forester greedy for scarred wood.

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    • thank you Donna for your lovely comment – I fear the worms caused the snag- as gardener you might be interested in bark beetles

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11. Your poem reminds me of the secret life of woods we find in so many myths and legends.

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    • trees are probably my most common muse too 🙂

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12. I need to think about this a little longer. In the meantime, the poem and the photo are perfect companions. The tree is still standing, and the poem is paying it homage.

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    • yes Beth – a kind of triumph against the vicissitudes of myth and moment

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13. Yes indeed, all there to be seen (or envisioned).

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    • 😎

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14. This piece certainly left me with more questions and shadows – perfect for those of us you love the forest of fairy tale thoughts…

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    • so true – the figure of the tree itself stirred the myth

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15. A very strong image you’ve created. Love the idea of Pan and the dryads

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    • might have been the greek crisis which evoked Pan too!

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16. Thought provoking piece, especially in that penultimate verse 🙂

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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    • thank you! cannot help but wonder what will become of this rather fine piece of deadwood – perhaps a little pessimistic for the future so made the present more palatable

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17. You make Blake proud… 🙂

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    • – and you made my day – thank you!

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