Original DDE™ surreal art: “The Fog” by: rob kistner © 1/7/25
The fog rolled ‘cross the lowlands, a smothering damp and languid chill, dense with dread. Twilight having receded, moonlight labored hard, shouldering its way through the thickening shroud.
The gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees, with their spindly spiked branches, thrust skyward, knobbed and twisted. Their trunks bending and swaying menacingly.
Muffled deep within the gloom of the grove, a wind throbbed, like a drone of seeming voices, in dark entangled disembodied chant. This night memories rose. Memories of glory, memories of wealth, memories of conquests, lustful memories of sensuous willing lovers. These are memories of powerful magic.
stolen from your ancestors
this night — take them back
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rob kistner © 1/7/25
Poetry at: dVerse
Each stanza, powerful! The last is my favorite and reflects much of my life, haiku is a wonderful ending. Happy New Year, Rob.
Thank you Helen. I am recuperating, hopefully, so I git a late start on yesterday. 🙂
Impeccable description, with real edge…and atmosphere created.
Thank you so much Ain. Always a pleasure to hear from you sir… 🙂
Rob, you worked your magic here. Getting the goosebumps thinking about the voice of the ancestors reclaiming what’s theirs.
Hoping your recuperation is going well.
Thank you Li(sa). I sill be fine… 🙂
Your new blog design is very stylish, Rob, and I enjoyed your magical tree haibun. I especially enjoyed: ‘The gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees, with their spindly spiked branches, thrust skyward, knobbed and twisted.’ I hope you recover soon.
Glad you like thr new blog, and thank you Kim… 🙂
This is beautiful, Rob. I love so many of these images – “leaf-dead trees”, laboring moonlight, throbbing wind. I love how you take verbs and nouns that don’t usually belong together and make them work.
Poetic license Cris, earned from steering words with minimal collision… 😉
I do love the thought of taking it back… so much to correct though
Gotta start somewhere my friend… 🙂