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Dormant Harvest: Notes of an Online Journal
"Dormant Harvest"
Through jungles & forests I stalk,
the quiet cocoons of timber,
naked and limber, a wide-eyed,
alert as I prowl, crouching low.
Then I howl, with tightened limbs
in streaming crimson tangle,
creeping vines & widow’s weeds,
the pygmy orchids’ hush & thrive.
A third-world breed, no other is!
I toss my sinew bait into
such riches that this warrior knew,
of dormant harvest, ripe to claim.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
Through jungles & forests I stalk,
the quiet cocoons of timber,
naked and limber, a wide-eyed,
alert as I prowl, crouching low.
Then I howl, with tightened limbs
in streaming crimson tangle,
creeping vines & widow’s weeds,
the pygmy orchids’ hush & thrive.
A third-world breed, no other is!
I toss my sinew bait into
such riches that this warrior knew,
of dormant harvest, ripe to claim.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
Published 11th Apr 2019
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11th Apr 2019 8:55pm
12th Apr 2019 10:47pm
11th Apr 2019 10:15pm
Literally how this poem seems to manifest as visually physical energy in my mind, before my eyes!
12th Apr 2019 10:48pm
Thank you, Jade. The imagery was alive in my mind and I tried to reflect all I saw in the words I wrote.
