Pelting droplets interact
with earth’s surface molecules
and release perfumed fecundity
while morning strides its song.
Chickadees’ staccato punctuates
distant dog woofs and
mourning doves coo
a lovely leitmotif.
Rain loosens her and
Earth becomes ecbolic
forcing bulbs to
green her flesh.
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The prompt at Writer's Island was "season." Also, Elizabeth started a Wordplay. Ecbolic is word #5. ec-bol-ic > promoting labor by increasing uterine contractions.
16 comments:
You made really good use of 'ecbolic' - its cause and effect.
I love this poem, Brenda. I am starting to lose memories of the changing seasons. Been living in Mexico, too long. You did fit ecbolic in there nicely.
Pamela
Can't see ecbolic catching on as an everyday word, though... LOL :)
Brenda- Some scholarly word choices... very vivid...
Lovely poem.
I've been thinking about rain a lot lately - a six-week drought broke last night and I was able to plant out my runner beans today. I shall go and teach them that word tomorrow...
Beautifully done.
Success!!! For some reason I haven't been allowed to comment here for weeks. Looks like the gremlins have sorted themselves out.
What a great spring rain poem. I can smell the perfume of the first stanza, hear the second one, and see the third. Cool!
Love it Brenda and your use of the word to describe the earth's tumultous change. It might drive some to go look for and dust off their dictionaries, but that's part of the idea, no? This poem is simply teaming with life renewed.
Elizabeth
Brenda, well done. I can see AND hear your spring!
Lovely! and thanks for teaching me four new words!!
Just so wonderfully done!
Anna :o]
Ooooooh, "ecbolic," great word, and thanks for the definition. The idea of the world birthing tulips and other bulbs... Gaia in labor. I'm in love with this concept! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/09/spring-to-life-again/
Loved the last stanza and of course learnt a new word. I love the rain and I loved the way you wrote about it.:-)
Brenda, love it. Smell, then sound, then vision. You had me with that first stanza; I love the smell of rain on the air. And "ecbolic" - what a wonderful word!
Richard
love the earthy smell and moving fecundity =)
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