She lurks in the shadows,
her grey-brown trunk short,
furrowed and corky,
long branches pointy
winter wands, charming icicles,
writing spells with frost
and disappearing into mist.
She has already drawn the path
of winter’s exile in her elder scrolls,
plotted the return of spring
with a joyful blossom blast:
choirs of birds and drone of bees
among petals bright, buds swollen
and bursting with sweet pollen.
Kim M. Russell, 12th February 2019
Sarah is hosting Poetics today and she invites us to have some fun with computer games.
She says that computer games are big business, almost as addictive as writing poetry, and probably more addictive than chocolate, and she wants us to fight back and wreak poets’ revenge on the digital seduction.
Sarah asks us to choose three names from a list of computer game names she has provided and somehow or other wrangle them into a poem. We don’t need to know anything about the game but should let the names inspire us.
I’ve chosen Blossom Blast, The Elder Scrolls and Path of Exile.