Love is in the air,
or maybe it’s the musk
of a thousand
woodpeckers.
They look musky,
don’t they,
hammering away
with their bills
into the heart
of trees?
Prompt: Poetic Asides (a love or anti-love poem).
Love is in the air,
or maybe it’s the musk
of a thousand
woodpeckers.
They look musky,
don’t they,
hammering away
with their bills
into the heart
of trees?
Prompt: Poetic Asides (a love or anti-love poem).
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Peckish little buggers… love the metaphor.. love can be really painful of course..
I don’t know – don’t see them here. But for a minute you had me seeing t hem. 🙂
Ouch!
Brilliant use of metaphor here 🙂
Thank you, Saana!
Well, the next time it smells musky I’ll think of love or the beaked hearts of trees. 🙂