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And the trees fought back

And the trees fought back,
twisted arrows, fractioning sky -
all maze, all black.
 
The coroner coughed;
red throated snaps,
between his clothes, hi-jacked.
 
They wore their bite,
dangling wrist snappers,
clothed the route with cracks,
 
stuck a thistle in the apple’s tie–
no shriek, no moan, no cry,
but still a fallen man on his back.

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Andy N

Thu 11th Nov 2010 08:15

i enjoyed this, Marianne.. very vivid indeed even though the last line threw a little bit for a reason I don't know.. xx

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winston plowes

Wed 10th Nov 2010 18:33

Absolutely loved this one Marianne. jumped off the page (screen) at me. Vivid as usual. Keep up the good work. Win x

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 10th Nov 2010 14:05

I think it was the "red throated snaps" made me think of a fox hunter's attire, and the "They wore their bite,dangling wrist snappers" made me think of the "tippet" I think they were called, the head and tail of a fox that used to be worn around a lady's neck. My grandma had one. I remember it was in the depths of her wardrobe when I was little. She didn't like it, but her first husband insisted on buying her one - they were all the rage!

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Wed 10th Nov 2010 14:00

i was thinking of a woodcutter but i like the idea of tipping a huntsman off his horse! x

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 10th Nov 2010 13:55

I always love your use of language. Here, for some reason, I see a fox hunting scene (poor fox!). But I have no idea why! xx

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