Sounds of silence for Real Toads

Photo by Richard Schear, 2013

out on the prairie

when coyotes sleep by day

there never is heard

much more than a bird,

or grass rustling

with rabbit bustling,

sibillant soft sounds

and nary a word

to disturb

Poems by Kay Davies, Aug. 23, 2013

Winslow Homer "Woodchopper in the Adirondacks" (detail) 1870

submitted as prompt at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

the way we (wish it) were

the woods had never known

anything like this

until Homer’s man arrived—

followed by the police

who nabbed him for

disturbing the peace

A denizen of the Imaginary Garden, Margaret has found herself extremely busy this month, so has asked us to "write a gently quiet poem, trying not to overuse the word quiet or like synonyms" and to use at least one of the prompt pictures she has included from her recent visits to art museums.

I have used one photo by my husband/photographer Richard Schear, and one picture Margaret provided: a detail from a painting by Winslow Homer. I chose this one with my friend and fellow Toad, Sherry, in mind, because we both feel the same way about the forests of our native British Columbia, and I've co-opted the title from a song Sherry and I both remember from the days of our youth.

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Friday, August 23, 2013