Friday Fictioneer ~ Majestic Tree

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff -Fields at Addicted to Purple for hosting another week of the Addicting Friday Fictioneer.  It is a where a bunch of us ink junkies use our talents to create a 100 word story or poem using a photo prompt. Below is the photo and this week I wrote a poem. Come try it out just click on this Friday Fictioneer link.  Or you can use the “Links” at the bottom of my story.

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira
From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

Majestic Tree  ~ 100words

Majestic and beautiful she stands,
she aged, but
survived winter’s abuse.
with twisted limbs
she points to the sun, sustenance.

Majestic and beautiful she stands.
bending with the fierce winds
and swaying in gentle breezes.
Drunk from the ambrosia of spring rains
she labors with birth.

Majestic and beautiful she stands,
in summer greens, glistening with dew.
A canopy of cool air,
where young lovers met and branded her
with hearts of devotion.

Majestic and beautiful she stands
autumn kisses transforms her lush green
to shades of amber, orange and brown.
Her many tomorrows are
beyond the breath of man.

91 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneer ~ Majestic Tree

  1. A lush, gorgeous poem. Your words bring each season to beautiful light: “ambrosia of spring rain” and “autumn kisses.” I really enjoyed this, like a love letter to a tree.

  2. KIm,
    I do like your poetry. Nicely done. I love this line “Drunk from the ambrosia of spring rains she labors with birth.” The last line was spot on! Great job.
    Tom

  3. Your poem has a nice pace to it and I liked the transitions from one concept to the next. Particularly liked the last line, that the tree will outlive man.

  4. Hi Kim – My goodness..!! What a stunning ode to an ugly, gnarled tree. In 100 words,. you made it beautiful. And for being new to WordPress..I am mighty impressed. Well done, lovely lady. I hope mine will become as pretty as time goes by.

      1. My friend, you are so kind to me. I think if the world had more kindness and compassion more of us could do and be what we really want to do and be…even if it’s a clown in a circus. ah here I go rambling in melancholy. Thank you for having faith in my writing…it means a lot.

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