sick tree with wet feet
surrenders and collapses
paying nature’s toll
Author Archives: wordsfromanneli
A Winter Refuge
leaf-lined building site
unexpected mobile home
ratty’s nightmare
Magnificence
centuries of growth
strong and enduring but for
fire, disease, and man
An Unwilling Snack
atop old antlers
squirrel enjoys his lovely snack
against moose’s wish
Smart Buck
hunter out searching
buck enjoys hunter’s back yard
and hides in plain sight.
Maple Blaze
summer warmth departs
maple retreats in a blaze
time to hunker down
Porcupine’s Dilemma
friendship is fleeting
prickly personality
makes love difficult
Golden-Crowned Sparrow
November is haiku month for me.
smooth and unruffled
he contemplates his safety
competing for seeds
The Royston Wrecks
In the late 1930s, in Comox Bay on Vancouver Island, near the town of Royston, it seems that a breakwater was needed to help prevent rough waters from breaking up log booms before they could be towed to market.
About fourteen decommissioned boats of various kinds were scuttled in a line to form a breakwater to protect the shoreline from the worst of the sloshing waves.
Now, about 100 years later, pieces of a few of the wrecks still remain.
But it is only a matter of time before the saltwater and southeast winds will rust and break up the last of the wrecks.
Meanwhile, they are a bit of a landmark (or seamark), fondly called:
“The Royston Wrecks”
We were not always carcasses of rust,
But fine in form, yet seaworthy, robust;
Our time had come, our breakup loomed ahead,
They dragged us to the beach to rot instead.
At least our strength allowed us to reclaim
Some semblance of our pride and long-term fame.
Though battered by the sea from time to time,
Our rusting hulls and decks beset by slime,
We rested firmly on the bar to break
The might of stormy waves that tried to shake
Us loose from settling on the rocky floor,
Where we regained our usefulness once more.
A hundred years, we sheltered yonder beach
And proudly kept the onslaught out of reach.
Jabberwocky
Who lives under that log?
With Halloween just days away, I had a thought about dressing up as a Jabberwock with jaws that bite and claws that catch. I’m studying to speak the Jabberwock language for that special night. I can read it, but I can only guess at its meaning. How about you? Does it makes sense to you?
But if you consider the author of this crazy Jabberwocky, you might better understand why it’s a bit loony, and that he may have indulged in something illegal and mind-enhancing. Lewis Carroll, of Alice in Wonderland fame, had a great imagination.
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought–
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
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