A wood troll
clunks its club
against an old maple
matching a distant
rhythm, an ogre
clapping its hands
on a deer skin
stretched taut
across a hollow
stump, prompting
the red-winged
black bird to shift
its perch on a cattail
swaying above
the green marsh.


Inspired by The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mix Tape.”


3 thoughts on “Listen

  1. You have such a way of fine tuning sight and sound. That’s probably one of the reasons you’re so good at these poems. That reminded me of a lake near Jackson Hole, Wyoming just below the Tetons. Is that a red-winged black bird then?


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