It's Still Life

A List Poem for a Sequoia

Bark in vertical plates
of old weathered skin.

Ravines. Deep as sky.
Lungs of cilia breath.

Clinging heart of
ancient fantasy.

Of petrichor scent,
airborne as distant
and unknown lovers.

Of esters and alcohols.
Of vanilla and pineapple.
Cognac.

A woodpecker’s sharp beak.
Resin flows.

Inspired by the music selection from Nick (Spira) today. Writtten for RDP “fantasy” and De’s dVerse Quadrille #197 “sharp”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.