On wild hilltops
lean gnarled trees tied up in knots,
padlocked by gales.
Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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I am enthralled with the diction here, Sarah, melding the natural with the synthetic of “padlocked,” which is probably my absolute favorite word choice (because of its unexpectedness), although “wild hilltops” is liltingly lovely, too. Wow times ten! Wish I had written this, and it’s a beautiful photo as well.
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Awwww, thank you, Leigh 🙂 Such praise. I admit to being rather excited by the word padlocked when my poetry muse surprised me with it — so, yes, I experienced the unexpectedness of it,too, when it popped into my mind unbidden!
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Wonderful haiku, and tortured tree trunks, Sarah. 🙂
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I’ve always loved trees, Sylvia, and used to spend hours sketching them as a child, especially winter trees with bare trunks and branches.As you can imagine, I love the Ents in “Lord of the Rings”!!!
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beauteousness! happy holidays my friend~
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Thank you, dear Cindy. Happy holidays to you, too 🙂
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Gnarled trees…my favourite guardians of the river.
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Gnarls look so like faces sometimes, that they make very fine guardians.
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loving those lean gnarled trees!!! Blessings of the season Sarah!
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The more gnarled, the more interesting. I think that trees are a bit like people, in that there is a certain beauty in their older skins, although their symmetry might have gone awry.
Blessings of the season to you, too, Cybele 🙂
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