My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Bonus Wordle “Alphabet Soup”
Trees performing arabesques
Raise their branches, a complex
Latticework, a deadfall
Trapping clouds and stars
In error, collecting drops in reservoirs,
Dripping foliage all awash,
Silhouettes in a lightning flash.
Their trunks are gnarled
With bark like gristle,
Their knots are hard,
Their twigs like bristles
That itch and scratch,
Their jaundiced leaves
Are hard to catch.
Chuckling down the drain
Like a kookaburra,
Accompanied by thunder,
Eddies in its lachesism,
Tainting puddles with murky mud,
Staining the soil with its own blood.
Mother Earth is numb with icy water,
But she must obey her daughter
Moon, a frosty face among the stars,
Pulsing and shooting from Venus to Mars,
A quill driver to the universe,
Penning odes and other rough verse.
Earth wets her quill with rain saliva,
Trembles in the freezing storm,
Her face upturned to heaven,
Hoping for the sun to warm
Her stiff fingers, ever worse,
In order to compose her verse
Of wistful words and rambling rhyme.
The xerarch of the universe
Yields to her lush greenness
Zigzags across the brightening sky
And thaws her with its golden eye.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016