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| photo by Allison Tardio |
Carpet of green
cypress needles under my feet
soft and sweet
Paw paw leaves
like fairy fans
their strange fruit overhead
or squished underfoot
overripe and candy sticky
Fallen logs
studded with faux seashells
the air heady with their musk
The creek gambols
over cypress knees
tickling
mud turtles
singing duets
with green frogs
Here
the world is
brown and green
lush and clean
I inhale
its essence.
its essence.
submitted for We Write Poems, #73, I Smell Poem Pie
7 comments:
Swamps are beautiful and enticing and dangerous.
Like most women.
I'm just saying....
nice. iwould inhale as well...gambols over cypress knees...excellent descriptive line...cool capture...
I know what you mean. I spend a lot of time in the cypress swamp on the Arkansas river next to my home town. Loved the imagery you created. Do you eat the Paw Paw fruit? Makes a great jelly or jam.
Don
That picture and those words were meant to go together. Excellent. Could almost feel like I was there.
i can smell it. great sensory write.
Reminds me of the swamp areas of Florida. Vivid.
Pamela
So fun! I'm so happy to read this slosh through the swamp and delighted that you participated in my prompt. Happy to be back by, my mouse friend.
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