The Evergreen

Unbroken road hast led me sagely warm, trails led east to feast upon the chill sweetmeat of me, Thou shall not tender foist mine hand awry, t’were it not, no less, for newness.
        In mind of stony sojourn stippling wings; and what sweeps soft-smooth to the burrowed and Hollowed, O moribund death! doth winter chill, and yielding thee, under ring’d crow-blanched land, Thou not lose sight as the vixen chancing, as far horizons bend little glance, a dance of pivot, of joy.
        Trees, said yew, and oak that falls on hard knees, timely wills are broken, down to old bees That teem with gold to catch a falling star; and in seek of dancing tongues compass far, beyond, Before and done, and death become thee.
O evergreen! thine lovely shrills and plucks of earth, to prove and coddle bluer luck; go, go and
        Catch (your star), what is left of glowing wood.


Β© Eve Redwater 2012
[Nearly forgot the link! – Posted for Dversepoets Open Link Night 50]

46 thoughts on “The Evergreen

  1. This is lovely, Eve,. and can’t help thinking of the Bard with your language choice…tho it still is yours!

  2. At first blush it seemed as though you were using some sort of cut-and-paste method to string together such unexpected words, but on closer reading, your choices reveal themselves to be deliberate… and delicious.

  3. i lean into the sounds of your poem spoken, and my ears are truly delighted

    David in Maine USA

  4. Eve, I love this path your poetry is taking. It’s quite mysterious and I love the more old-fashioned language- the place it takes me when reading. It really suits your subjects, I think. I always relish your word choices…great to read.

    • Emma, thank you for reading! I think this style of poetry really is closest to my heart; I’m till working on style, etc., but it’s this kind of writing that makes me happiest. πŸ™‚

  5. Your words dance on the screen in a most gentle and graceful way Eve, not just in this poem but in all your posts. Thank you.

  6. You weave words with glowing threads, Eve, so that they convey the meaning of their look and sound as well as creating the whole picture of the piece. I love the conclusion:
    ‘O evergreen! thine lovely shrills and plucks of earth, to prove and coddle bluer luck; go, go and
    Catch (your star), what is left of glowing wood.’

    So much of your work begs to be read aloud!

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