In my last post, I spilled the beans that, in addition to the new poems I’ve been writing these last months, I’ve also been working on a novel. My writing this summer has happened sporadically in different places as I navigate through the heat with my children close by. I try to set aside time each morning before dawn, often using free-word association to wake myself up and write a new poem. I’ve written several poems exploring the characters and settings in my novel — one of which I’ve already shared (see: Sampson, The Tiger King).
Here is a poem that describes the place where the tigers live, also the place where action takes place in my novel — the jungle. There are many other words for it, including: wilderness, maze, primeval forest, web, wood. I imagine a tangled web of life full of sounds and scents as I write, a place of mystery and enchantment. A Labyrinth of Colours.
Labyrinth of Colours
Green palm fronds sway in the breeze
heavy with heat and covered in insects
making a cacophony of endless sounds
chattering in the canopy of majestic, tall trees.
Clouds of silk cotton and disk shaped combs
hang from their branches, honey bees buzzing ’round
Orangutans & red-faced monkeys climb the bamboo
looking for ripe figs to eat.
A land rich, wet with year-round monsoons
& hot with vibrant colours.
King Cobra snakes slither on the rainforest floor, stealthy and quick
to pounce of their prey, guarding eggs in a nest near the river.
The silvery gibbon sings her haunting song from the treetops
the tiny slender loris sleeps in a hollow
waiting for dusk to play, when the Dawn Bat emerges
from her cave, flying in search of flowers & Durian fruit
with her snout like nose.
Copyright July 13 2016 Stacie Eirich
*Note* All photos included in this post are stock photos found through online google search, and therefore are not the property of this author.