Wooden memories

poem and photoart - creak
photoart & poem – ©2017 Laura Granby

we give them names to dramatise the gale force
October winds that massage trees with such intent
skinning sapped leaves swiftly from skeleton
bark pumiced boughs
scrubbed bare they rise light-headedly
an old chest of drawers retorts
one sudden rasping creak of wooden memories

Blowing 44 words for Grace’s Quadrille: Creak…and tying in with the Tuesday Platform

 

21 Comments on “Wooden memories

  1. Those October winds are a force to reckon with ~ Love that that creak of wooden memories ~

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      • Forgive me for being risque, but your “drawers that go bump in the night” made me smile! That aside, I love the concept of wooden memories. I have a step-back hutch that’s dated 1888, and I wish it could share its wooden memories. I enjoyed your poem.

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        • I went a bit below the belt there but a smile is in order Bev! had to google step back hutch and guess we would call it a Welsh/kitchen dresser – all though would creak if antique!

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  2. I love the idea of memory in the wood..imagine the conversations the furniture might have…as for dramatic names for high winds, I think they blew it with Brian!

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  3. very cool! I especially love these lines: “October winds that massage trees with such intent
    skinning sapped leaves swiftly from skeleton”

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  4. I adore trees and your poem is a beautiful homage to my favourite plant, Laura! I especially enjoyed:
    ‘skinning sapped leaves swiftly from skeleton
    bark pumiced boughs’
    and
    ‘an old chest of drawers retorts
    one sudden rasping creak of wooden memories’ – it’s good to know the tree spirit is still there!

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