Rowan

about what it is, or seems to be

Tough-wood and feather

half in flight;

bent as a dark fork.

The late of the year

spots her with blood berries

crouching against the wind.

The blasted daughter of high North;

a tryst with the harsh sleet,

dark as the night`s splinter.

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

I`m guessing where your mind was taking you when you wrote this very evocative piece, Les.
For me, your so-carefully chosen words produce a gaunt reality, the analogy almost apocalyptic, where the rowan represents survival against all odds.....adaption to the most testing conditions imaginable.

I love "....a tryst with the harsh sleet,/ dark as the night`s splinter." P.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

This poem is like a abstract riddle, in which you described something that can be interpreted many different ways. I visualize a bird flying in the cold, night sky. People can feel different ways about what this poem really discusses. Great work, I've never seen such an "abstract riddle" with more than one probable answer!

[Ruth]

Pristine...just blooming epic!! You always impress me, wow xo

[Tina Kline]

I find this darkly beautiful. Very captivating poem. It does well in its description.

[Coyote Song]

Dark and descriptive. Your words bring the bush to life.
Impressive poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

using the bush as analogy...i see the change of season...and how winter just hangs on, as spring tries to move in....sort of like hanging on to a relationship when we should be moving on to something new.

really like the "tryst with the harsh sleet"---

[Valentine]

This explains to me what the bush might look like. Valentine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautifully 'gritty' description of the Rowan bush. I could see it simply reading your words Leslie.

[Ken Simm.]

Reading Rger Deakin's Wildwood just now. This rans with that in my view.