Dotage

Poetry

Watercolour on paper by the writer

Driftwood at the waterside
wandering downstream
dunked in the crucible of a river
parting from the mountain,
once a limb brushing foliage
in a grove of mighty cedars,
today at the mercy of elements
beaten by tribulations of time,
may be sawed by sudden axe
or plonk humbly camouflaged
in a shadowed pile of humus
along thriving lush vegetation,
aged array of tissues rejigged
as firewood or sculpted entity
perched in or above the fireplace,
a matrix of non-living cambium
missing woodland upstream
once it majestically ruled as
rigidity 'n' strength personified.

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Era Garg June2021