Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Bleached Bones

In response to Monika’s Sinous Seaside Wood. Thank you, Monika, for the visual for my idea.

Bleached Bones

Bleached bones
on the beach,
scattered about
some piled high
stacked like cordwood
by an unknown hand.

Whose bones are these
that I touch,
that feel so smooth
beneath my fingers?
Whose bones,
when they lived,
and where?

Would that they
could tell their tale
of what woodland,
on what mountain,
in what valley
they thrived
so stately?

And how did they come to be
here on this lonely beach,
no longer standing tall,
stripped of leaves and bark,
no longer able to provide
shade for travelers passing by,
shelter for the birds—

that come to nest,
the squirrel that finds a hole
in which to store his nuts.
The wind can no longer play
through the branches,
urging the to leaves dance
in wild abandon.

No longer providing space
for the tree house
and the young ones
who come to play,
and for those who
come to climb
and hide in the foliage.

You are though,
no less magnificent
in your smooth as silk,
white trunks.
Skeletons on the beach
to be revered
for your enduring beauty.

Vi Jones
©March 15, 2006


At 10:37 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

go girl ...
I was going to post something,
but why ;-)


At 6:35 PM, Blogger Lois said...

As Faucon said.....

We have the artist
We have the writer

We cannot top this for sinous beauty !!!!!

Lois (Muse of the Sea) 16.3.06

At 9:46 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

This was amazing to read, full of wisdom and purpose and of course beauty, the favourite thing. This is a treasure Vi!

At 8:57 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Thank you, people, for the kind comments. Monika, your images are inspiring--you are the consummate artist in your medium--you have the eye and make it easy for the rest of us to travel into your images. You go, girl!


At 5:41 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Hooray Vi! I will, I will! Love that, travel with the images! It's such a pleasure, you know. I am thrilled;-)


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