Vignette: January Hillside
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About the vignette
Here's a tiny little vignette (or just a single thought-image) that I wrote the winter before last, while tossing some words around, mulling over a sketch of a new idea for another poem I was writing at the time. It's so small that I didn't know if I should even post it, but.. what the heck, why not? Thanks!
January Hillside
Cold grayen skies there pass o'er lonely frostbit hillsides parched-brown and wither'd, where stands a friendless wintering oak forlorn, branches bare, as were a faded widow – the last old sentry to a land forsaken by all other.
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Haha, go Edna! Yeah, it does sound a bit like that line from her poem. Ah, well.. I suppose such visions of beauty inspire people similarly. :)
i like your tendency for old literary English. cool :D
Hey, thanks, Cris! I've always enjoyed archaism in English.. and then I studied linguistics in college, and it became a bit of an obsession. :) I wish I had as much skill at using more modern colloquial language in such a fresh and vibrant way as you do!
Thanks that was kind of you. But do try, practice makes perfect or so they say :D
"The last old sentry to a land forsaken by all other"
makes me hope that when all is said and done that I will stand for all that is right and good -even if it must be alone.
Loved it! glad you posted
Wow, thanks Coffeesnob! :) I'll keep posting my little vignettes, then.
Benjimester Level 5 Commenter 3 years ago
"Thus stands the lonely tree in winter." Your word picture is very vivid. Me likey.