Where Did You Come From?
For ViM's "Wooden" January 2025 Prompt
Introduction
I see many wooden sculptures, some of the most impressive are the chainsaw sculptures in Pannet Park Whitby which you can see here:
This is the challenge and the carved statue made me think of some Nordic God, in an unlikely winter setting.
The music is Bob Dylan's "Father of Day, Father of Night" by Manfred Mann's Earthband
Where Did You Come From?
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Waiting In This Winter Playground
Snow Is Falling, Soft And White
Wotan Waits, Winter's All Around
From Which Tree Were You Carved Upright?
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So Were You Carved From Yggdrasil?
Or Then Was It Some Mighty Oak?
But Here You Sit To Wait Until
Your Black Raven Friends Come To Talk
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Are You The AllFather Sitting There
Waiting For The Children To Play
Or Loki And Thor, Make You Swear
Still You Sit On This Snow Bound Day
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Sitting Silently Wooden Man
A Timber GodWHo Has No Plan
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Comments (6)
I enjoyed the Norse gods making an appearance in this poem!
A playful and jaunty twist on the wooden man saga. Those Gods, always up to no good. Love the words.
Oooo, he waits for children to play and then eats them, lol. Loved your poem!
I love your interpretation on this!
Oh, I like the direction you took with this. <3
Maybe he is a poor homeless man seeking help from someone. Your poem is one that seems to seek answers. Good job.