I Escaped …
into greens.
into shaded limbs of
silent sage and
noisy limes.
beech buttressed the sky,
and I was lost, stitched
into queen anne’s lace
and elderberry creams.
scent played me,
teased as
scotch pine warmed
the air.
I escaped myself,
if just for that moment.
for dVerse “a portal” ©️ Misky 2020 photo taken near my house.
It's Still Life 
17 responses to “20 May: dVerse Poetics”
I am looking into an expanse of green as I read this, and you described with unerring precision the beauty of my May spring day. Gorgeous!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Bliss. One wants to make the moment last much much longer.
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Thank you!
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And the photo is just right. That road could lead almost anywhere in the temperate world. But the adventures would be good.
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I love that road. It leads to a very deep lake. It’s a nightmare if you meet a car coming the opposite direction though. The road’s width is about 3/4 of a lane.
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I like the thought of beech holding up the sky.
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Thanks, Frank.
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Hard to escape yourself, i try to escape myself, but I am an annoying pest and it is hard to do. the blanketing of lush flora in this poem is stunningly portrayed. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Lona.
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Ah, the scent of green! It transport me, as do the delicate nodding heads of queen ann’s lace. Thank you.
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Ah, it is beautiful to escape through this portal of nature — I love the idea of noisy limes and being played by the heady scent. A lovely write! 🙂
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Thank you, and thanks for the prompt.
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Lovely piece, reminds me of the ‘wood’ of my childhood – a wild, wet slog but green, deep entrancing green.
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You didn’t happen to grow up in Sussex, did you?
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Nah, I’m an Essex boy – (so they cut down most of the woods for housing developments 😢)
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Pity no one wants to live in treehouses.
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