AP contest poem
Form: Timber
Ever seen faces in a tree trunk, only to find them gone upon a second glance?
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Face:
lips, eyes,
sweetness and
something
hidden, like
shadows and sun,
hollows and smooth skin--
just a trick of
the light, perhaps, not
the face of a goddess,
a dryad, a nymph: nimble,
mischievous, silent, fae,
woodland wonderland secret,
portrait painted, pine-scented, brown
on a canvas of papery bark.
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Faeries in Knots (Faces in the Trees
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1 comment:
Another classic. I could easily see this poem being published in a quality journal. I read it, and was transported to idyllic childhood.
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