buoyed yet not
simply afloat
a lone dry branchlet
contours catching sunlight
held quite fast
by the midnight frost
deep shades of slate
and the thinnest of pond crust
anticipating movement
in the melt
Trialling some WYSIWYG discipline of ‘imagism’ from a DVerse prompt
and offering up something for this Sunday’s Poetry Pantry
PoetryPix 
Gorgeous writing 😀
thank you ❤
Excellent capture of the moment…
keeping it only to the moment for ‘imagism’ was so difficult
What an excellent response to the prompt.
the sparsity of the photo looked like it might help me create the image in words – thank you
Some brave (or foolhardy) soul might venture out on that “thinnest of pond crust,” do you suppose? 😉
even a fool hardy dog perhaps unable to resist the invite of a stick 😉
On thin ice is tenuous and yet there is a fragile beauty in this poem – i particularly love how the image marries and ‘deep shades of slate and the thinnest of pond crust’
love the link to ‘fragile beauty’ 🙂
What a moment… Here the ice was strong enough to skate… So we went flying over the ice. Love how you cut it down to the bare minimum
a struggle to pare poems to the bone in imagism!
compare to Blunden’s ‘Midnight Skaters’:
“Then is not death at watch
Within those secret waters ?
What wants he but to catch
Earth’s heedless sons and daughters ?
With but a crystal parapet”….
I like the metaphoric touch. Sometimes we too are held fast by ‘frost’ (of whatever type), as we anticipate movement come spring…. We know it will come, but when?
Even in imagism cannot lose the metaphor Mary
First, the image is striking of the branchlet frozen in time. Once the ice melts it will be free to float away. Winter does feel like that as we wait for the arrival of spring buds.
Love the bareness of winter hence the starkness of the poem
Love this Laura…as always an intriguing image that keeps us spellbound as your words pour over us to complete the spell! The opening and ending lines could be their own poem! I hope you are well my friend….
Like the idea of spellbound as it conjures the stillness of this image ps am bearing up well thank you Donna – like this branch!
Perfect!
Thank you seems rather understated after your comment but well-meant
You definitely can join the rank of imagists, Laura. I also enjoyed your use of alliteration. Maybe that was not conscious, but it’s so fun when that happens. So glad you linked.
Many thanks Victoria – that pleases me as is such a good discipline – the alliteration intentional – it’s a habit that trips off the tongue!
I love your images, both photographic and poetic. I like that you find beauty in the small and apparently inconsequential – a beauty which is there to be found, and I think is well worthy of note.
well-spotted and thank you Rosemary – the city can be so unlovely that it trains the eye to look longer and further
love how everything comes together in nature to form a very photogenic situation. and your words fit so well together they have created magic all in one.
you’ve nailed it with that word – photogenic=imagism – thanks James
beautiful!