On Crackenback Ridge,
tree ghosts,
fire-killed,
claw towards fickle clouds,
beseeching release from loamy graves
But,
the wind,
sashaying through
living snowgums,
whispers only ashen fate
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life, or something like it, in poetry and photos
On Crackenback Ridge,
tree ghosts,
fire-killed,
claw towards fickle clouds,
beseeching release from loamy graves
But,
the wind,
sashaying through
living snowgums,
whispers only ashen fate
beeblu blog 
very emotive and descriptive, the power of fire and the aftermath, … I loved it… xPenx
Thanks, Pen.
Excellent poem – great ckk sounds in the first half and softens nicely in the second. Love it!
Thanks, Gabrielle – I’d like to say that it was intentional but that would be a lie. 🙂
Nice. Reminds me of a landscape I know.
Thanks, Elaine.
Strong poem, not a wasted word.
Thanks, Cin.
Ow wow that is really beautiful and powerful (and I am not just saying that to be nice).
Thanks, frayedges. Nature’s power is inspiring.
This seems more beautiful every time I read it.
Thanks, Monica. Happy New Year 🙂
I love the word play in this one! and the description is awesome Bluebee!
Tells a haunting tree tell well!
Thanks, 2zpoint. 🙂
This reminds me of the devastation we saw in the interior of BC here back in June…thousands and thousands of hectares of trees raked into black toothpicks by raging fires – lighting strikes dating back to the early 80’s.
It’s quite amazing to see this kind of devastation on such a scale, isn’t it Don? In Australia, the landscape usually recovers fairly well but, similar to what has happened in BC, there is a vast area from a particularly devastating fire that swept through the Snowy Mountains seven years ago and still there is no green in sight.
~sigh~ If I’d only spellcheck!??! Meant to say ‘lightning strikes’.
ha ha – don’t worry. Part of the work I am contracted to do includes editing but I have a really bad habit of not doing so with my own emails, so recently sent one with the client’s name misspelt, committing what young people describe so well as an epic fail 🙂
Excellent poem.
It complements the picture really well
“beseeching release from loamy graves” that line is amazing
Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the feedback, Artswebshow.
There is something quite haunting in such a scene, however the living snowgums offer hope in the midgst of gloom.
A poem to stop and think about…
Yes, the living snowgums do offer hope. Some of them are more than 200 years old and are incredibly well adapted to the extremes of climate they experience in this area. Thanks for your comments, Zoë.
This is a very haunting and timely poem.
Sparse and hits hard.
Lady Nyo
Thank you, Lady Nyo. Happy New Year to you. Am looking forward to more of your posts this year with your beautiful paintings and words 🙂
So Am I….LOL! It’s damn hard work, as you know, bb.
But this poem of yours is so lovely….succinct, and earthy!
Deeply haunting!
Lady Nyo
😀
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