Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Puce and rust soften the wooden swords growing from the mossy, damp earth. Browns in various shades of dark and light play along the angular branches. In between the layers of scale and grey flakes, green tufts mat the inner skin of the trees. Bits of fur and skin ripped from unsuspecting animals hang as warning flags upon the points. Mixing with the spores floating in lazy circles, decaying vegetation and rotting rodents waft upon the fetid air attacking the nose and the mouth with particles that will live again in another host. Insects with wings as fine as spider webs enclose the space above the groove in the forest floor, keeping all manner of beasties low to the ground. Shale slithers on the pathway, disturbing the peace with its quiet insistence of change.
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I want to go hiking with you. Seriously, you have got to be fun in the wilderness.ReplyDelete
I think you would be fun anywhere cos you're a fun sort of person. WHy do you think present tug of war is escalating into full scale war? You octopus under pressure, you!ReplyDelete
That was beautiful, Nessa.
I liked this, Nessa. What inspired you?ReplyDelete
Wow, what amazingly descriptive verse. Nicely done, Nessa.ReplyDelete
I could hike with you as long as we leave out the rodents and insects. I'm such a nature girl, eh? hahaReplyDelete
By the way, my comment wasn't meant to sound sexually suggestive... but after rereading it I deserve to be slapped.ReplyDelete
I'm slapping Egan right now.ReplyDelete
Beautifully written post Nessa.
You've written a vision hard to shake off, Nessa. Why are you doing anything but writing?ReplyDelete
I had the same thought as Egan, and I don't think I mean it in a sexually aggressive manner either.ReplyDelete
I love meandering in the woods and this definitely brought memories back, lovely
This is beautiful, Nessa. I agree with Kat. But, of course, I know how we all like to eat!ReplyDelete
Egan: Come with me. I look for deer and play in the creeks and pound rocks and talk to the trees.ReplyDelete
Jenn: Thanks. I am spending more time being aware and it is really creating havoc. I may implode soon. I really want to play with you, but you are so far away and at the moment I can't see myself getting around that. (I'm pouting.)
Grunty: Don't tell anyone, but I was reading People magazine in the potty at work and there was an ad for something. I ripped the page out, but can't find it now. When I do, I'll scan it. Thank you.
G: Thanks. I am trying to write 100 word descriptions that include all five senses as a form of practice.
DCMM: I've never actually seen a rodent other than a chipmunk (are they rodents?) and they are cute to watch. The insects I hate.
Egan: You are too funny. I did not take it that way so don't go self-abusing (that sort of intentional suggestive; D) I actually thought you were being sarcastic, like you thought I was a psycho killer or something.
Dan: Don’t slap Egan unless he really wants you to. And thank you.
Kat: I’m all tingly. And I am working on it. Thank you.
Logo: I didn’t think he meant it that way either. Thanks.
Jackie: Thank you. Eating is good, but I have a plan and thanks to all of your wonderful comments, I am more determined.
Graet post nessa !ReplyDelete
wow, very descriptive and I could almost feel the moisture on my tongue and teh smell in teh air. very well written.ReplyDelete
A walk with you in teh woods? Can I come too...we could have an excursion together and collect leaves and find out which trees tehy belong to ...so much fun!
I want to take you in the woods and have my fetid way with you.ReplyDelete
In a completely non-sexual way, of course.
Tina: Thanks. I’m posting your tag today.ReplyDelete
Minka: I’d love to have you along. We’d have lots of fun.
Diesel: I absolutely took you in a non-sexual way.
You paint such a beautiful image of my favorite place! I could smell it...you are such an artist!ReplyDelete
Cindra: Thanks. I love the woods, too.ReplyDelete
You're not lost. This is my living room. Never has it been described with such visual detail.ReplyDelete
Quilly: I want to play at your house.ReplyDelete