out of the fog’s hush, a moonbeam
I filled a canteen with coffee
went out to the concrete dock
under the fir
shelf fungi like ladder rungs
climbed up its trunk
damn! was all I could think
silently gloating in my solitude
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
out of the fog’s hush, a moonbeam
I filled a canteen with coffee
went out to the concrete dock
under the fir
shelf fungi like ladder rungs
climbed up its trunk
damn! was all I could think
silently gloating in my solitude
Love this one! ‘shelf-fungi like ladder rungs’ – favourite line!!
Thank you, Cristy. Those fungi are a common sight here in the Pacific Northwest!
There is so much impressive imagery in this, and the way that last line undercuts it, it’s perfection!
Thanks, Caitlin! One gift of the marathon is surprises like the last line (triggered by the ‘damn’ word prompt).
Love the imagery in this one-great use of all the words.
Thanks, Sandra!
Wonderful! I particularly loved “silently gloating in my solitude.”