Today’s “Two-for-Tuesday” prompts from Poetic Asides are:
Write a Forest poem.
Write a Tree poem.
And so, the ghost poems continue...BTW, I've only posted two of them here, but there are four in total so far.
Tuesday night, she was in my dreams
Telling me about how her house stood
where the water treatment plant is now,
and that everything around here was a
huge forest, that people hacked and
hacked it all down and built these houses
far too close to the water. She told me
that her father wanted a son, built a
treehouse before she was born and told
her it was a castle, so she made tiaras
out of vines, leaves and flowers, wrote
love letters and sent them down the river
in glass bottles, but no one answered.
She told me that the forest was hers,
all of this land left to her and no one
to share it with, that she can't bear to
leave what was left of her forest.
She left her voice on the breezes that
blew through the park nearby, told me to
look for her in the morning. I haven't
had a solid night of sleep in weeks and
I can't get her voice out of my head.