Sunday, March 13, 2011



The fog, a damp cocoon,
surrounds the house,
distorts my vision.
Trees--a watery calligraphy,
in the field,
the deserted cabin is a ghost
ship on a pale sea.

I am up the mud road
no human in sight
just the drip of ice
the tick of the clock
the spurt of the gas fire
the flicker of memories
as dark wraps her cloak around me.


Leslie Avon Miller said...

Compelling description of Up the Mud Road, Alone.

But you have us - your internet buddies!

Robin said...

Damn, Girl! (And you KNOW me -
I don't swear...) But it still is Renee's week - so I know I have her blessing! The imagery in this poem is astounding! The "Trees--a watery calligraphy"...... OMG!
"The deserted cabin is a ghost
ship on a pale sea."....Reminds me of H.P. Lovecraft!" the flicker of memories as dark wraps her cloak around me"..... Wow....I see it, I feel it.

I know I sound like a broken record - but - this is painfully gorgeous! You MUST publish a book of poems!

Love to you, O Poetess - and to Bibs!

♥ Robin ♥

Lynn said...

Wow poem Wow!!!

Contrast between new banner without snow and first photo
exciting too.

Marisa @ Getting Back To Basics said...

Beautiful poem...the photo does it justice too.

Mim said...


Annie said...

Suki, Beautiful, stunning. xoxo

kikipotamus said...

This is such powerful writing. You actually transported me into the world you the point that I was aching for a visit from another human.

Cris, Artist in Oregon said...

Love your new header.. Where is that? and your Poem is so good with that photo of the cabin. Makes me feel your poem even more.

~Babs said...

Much talent here, in your words,,and your photography.
You actually took us down that mud road.

Sorry to have read about your days without power,,,sure makes us appreciate when we do have it, right?

Teri C said...

Beautifully written Suki! Just beautiful.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

The picture you have painted with these words is haunting. I can feel the lonliness, like a cloud wrapping around me. It is eerie how the fog from the thawing ground makes one feel isolated. It will feel so good to see a bit of sunshine.

Tess Kincaid said...

I can feel the damp loneliness here. Evocative write, Suki. Lovely photo to accompany, too.

Katiejane said...

Sounds creepy. Try to find the beauty in nature.

Jann Gougeon said...

Hi Suki . . somehow have missed seeing your posts come up on my dashboard.

Very moving poem . . and the electricity . . four days! . .

I saw the Prestige. Intriguing mystery . . saw it 3 times.