Fjörgyn

It so happens I am inspired

by heavy oak forests and towering mountains.

Immutable, those distant formations crane,

above my green blanket.

Every peak, a bump on the horizon.

 Awning, shadowing, clairvoyant, cold. 

The mountains mutter to me as I climb,

sending trickling snowmelt southward.

It so happens I am stirred

by the sight of rancid flesh

from a fallen doe.

A violent circle,

her body, now part of the greater whole.

The worms that wriggle through her,

gather nutrients with each pass.

Goats laugh haughtily as I pass,

having secrets about me.

The wind breathes a bock tune,

from a far off village bard.

I trek still, up and up and up.

I want to see that green blanket from the top.

I am roused, surrounded, aching, prophetic,

to see that great canopy, from the top.

Author's Note

An assignment poem to be inspired by "walking around" by Pablo Neruda.

Required words: oak, rancid, violet, worm, awning, crane, flesh,
bump, mutter, laugh, horizon.

Glossary:
Fjörgyn - Old Norse for "Earth"
Bock - German bagpipe

Reviews

[apennylate]

I have always considered myself a bit of a free-styler, and am most comfortable using words or phrases given to me... That being said... I am not at all sure I would have approached this with nearly the same level of mastery... Utterly brilliant... Worms wiggled through my brain as I ate this poem up... Smartly penned...

[Najam Us Saher]

You write beautifully with the words given for your assignment. A beautiful and peaceful imagery of countryside was narrated. I loved it.