Day Four

Even though branches fell
to blade’s persuasion,
you held tight in puzzled
tangle. Disembodied
from your source,
buds remained imminent.

You waited for liberator’s hands
to disentangle you from your
demise, carry into warmth,
water to ease your thirst.

And you burgeoned as if
there would be no other
outcome entertained.

I look to your gossamer spirit
to know your strength,
feel your will, share your hope
under snow and ice,
trust in spring.

Author’s Note:

Day Four prompt from NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:

“And now for our prompt (optional, as always). One of the most popular British works of classical music is Edward Elgar’s Enigma Variations. The “enigma” of the title is widely believed to be a hidden melody that is not actually played, but which is tucked somehow into the composition through counterpoint. Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.”

Or not.