Frozen fingers crack. Spring thaw awakens.
Winter’s chill fades. Flowers bloom anew.
Wheat fields rise. Crooked figures creak.
Green shoots climb amongst eager limbs.
A murder of crows. Pecking. Jabbing.
Lifeless eyes patiently bide their time.
Breaking free from tormented ice shackles.
Flora and fauna. Bone and sinew.
Oppressive dark skies expose hungry mouths.
Wary rabbits avoid their tainted playground.
Through mist laden fields something stirs.
Nature watches unnatural rebirth. Haunted groans.
Long time dead. Rising once again.
Fading chill unlocks terror and beauty.
Flourish and stagger. Elegance meets dread.
Armies of buds, blooms and blossoms.
Cannot hold the revenants at bay.
Husks march through the fading mist.
Silent world greets rot and ruin.
Weeds burst through a concrete jungle.
Mother nature slowly reclaims stolen ground.
Creatures go in search of food.
Furry paws, feathered wings, demon mouths.
Decaying predators roam. Nature’s magic pursues.
Spring bows out. Summer slips in.
Twisting vines enslave slow plodding feet.
From Winter escape to Summer’s cell.
Trapped in webs of nature’s force.
Entombed in statues of dazzling green.
Returned to earth. Rest in peace.
This poem was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Spring Poem Competition. The theme was Spring and a poll will be on display from the 4th April, closing on 10th April. The winner will receive a painting from Christina Deubel, a painting inspired by one of the the poems submitted that wins the poll! Even if you don’t enter you should check out her blog and her amazing art work! Stunning stuff indeed!
Since I’m on a roll with the editing of my novel, The Range, I couldn’t help but keep this poem themed around the events of the story. It shows that any undead or zombie plague will eventually be trapped, frozen solid by winter. And yet as spring thaws out the army of ghouls mother nature has a few tricks up her sleeve to redress the balance by blanketing the wandering nasties with a riot of weeds and foliage and dragging them back into the ground.
My poem is an extension of the Twitter stream #sixwords where Tweeters use only six words to Tweet. My take on #sixwords is to use 6 words per line and 6 lines per stave. It’s been fun working out the best use of words to convey the feel of the poem.