Tryst with a Twist

Hurricane Charley

She had seen
one hundred seasons
as oaks count
when Charley plowed
up the Florida peninsula.

Already gnarled
and twisted
by nature she was unready.
The tropical anomaly lifted
the old lady’s skirts
of fine Spanish linen,
up and off her rattling limbs.

Never trust a man named Charley.

Lost a few branches,
nests and a majority of her leaves.
But she didn’t come away
without her sense of humor,
nor her dignity.

But she’s never gotten
over her distrust
of any man named Charley.

It’s another night at dVerse Poets Pub, and the topic over drinks is anthropomorphism.  Exactly what I said… and that was before any drinks.  Sidle over, hitch up a stool, and join in the fun.  https://dversepoets.com/2017/04/04/anthropomorphize-me/

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22 thoughts on “Tryst with a Twist

  1. I love that you’ve made the oak tree a gnarled old lady and the ‘tropical anomaly lifted /
    the old lady’s skirts of fine Spanish linen’ – making the humour bitter-sweet, especially when followed by:’Never trust a man named Charley’!

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  2. Oh I LOVE this! Especially these lines (which I now see are favorites of others too!l)
    “The tropical anomaly lifted
    the old lady’s skirts
    of fine Spanish linen,
    up and off her rattling limbs.”
    I’d not thought of that but naming the hurricanes (why aren’t they hisacanes?), tropical storms and now even nor’easters in the New England, USA area, is a great example of personification and then when written about beyond just the name, as you’ve done here, anthropomophism. Great take on the prompt! 🙂 And counting age my oaks….briliant! 🙂 SOOOOO glad you posted here for the prompt!

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    • Ah, well… it was a beautiful evening. A concert on the grounds of one of our local botanical gardens. The band set up on the lower porch of the historic manse. Beautiful grounds of what had once been a private residence. I would guess about somewhere around 20-50 acres. People littered about like confetti. And centered in my vision this twisted, damaged old oak. The poem bummed a ride home….

      Happy you enjoyed it!

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