we give them names to dramatize 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

21 thoughts on “Wooden memories”

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

   1. bit of a creaky imagination with this prompt perhaps but thank you

2. Wow! The wind massaging the tree with intent.. beautifully expressed

   1. thank you – certainly a deep tissue massage

3. Pulling out a drawer from an old piece of furniture without sliders can be noisy. I like “wooden memories”. They may creak like that drawer.

   1. my drawers goes bump in the night quite spontaneously 😉

      1. 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.

         1. 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!

4. Such gorgeous imagery here, Laura 😀 You have a way with words that always leaves me breathless!❤️

   1. you have a lovely way with comments Sanaa ❤

      1. ❤️

5. 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!

   1. ha ha – gorgeous pun. talking furniture – now there’s an idea

6. There are many reasons to go carefully through winds on nights in October… that sound has to be one of them

   1. The warning creak before the crack you mean?!

      1. Listen carefully

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

8. 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!

   1. Thank you from the heart of a fellow arborophile

9. What october can do, is amazing……….

   1. In its obedience to the natural law 😉

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