The mythology of the dryad is one of my favorite subjects. Not only are the two entities bound in life, they perish together if the tree dies. Their existence is an interdependent relationship.
“Artemis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, the Moon, and chastity. She also was the protector and friend to all dryad beings. For these reasons, dryads and the Greek gods punished any mortals who harmed trees without first propitiating the tree-nymphs.” (Wikipedia.com)
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Colleen M. Chesebro is a Michigan Poet who loves crafting syllabic poetry, flash fiction, and creative fiction and nonfiction. Colleen sponsors a weekly syllabic poetry challenge, called Tanka Tuesday, on wordcraftpoetry.com where participants learn how to write traditional and current forms of haiku, senryu, haiga, tanka, gogyohka, tanka prose, renga, solo-renga, haibun, cinquain, Etheree, nonet, shadorma, Badger’s hexastich, Abhanga, and diatelle poetry.
Colleen's syllabic poetry has appeared in the Auroras & Blossoms Poetry Journal, and in “Hedgerow, a journal of small poems,” and in various other online publications. She’s won numerous awards from participating in the Carrot Ranch Rodeo, a yearly 99-word flash fiction contest sponsored by carrotranch.com, an online writing community. Recently, she created the Double Ennead, a 99-syllable poetry form for Carrot Ranch.
Colleen has published a collection of poetry, flash fiction, and short stories called, “Fairies, Myths & Magic: A Summer Celebration,” dedicated to the Summer Solstice. She contributed a short story called “The Changeling,” in the “Ghostly Rites Anthology 2020” published by Plaisted Publishing House.
Colleen Chesebro’s poetry blog is called Word Craft – Prose & Poetry at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/
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22 thoughts on ““The Dryad,” #haiku”
I absolutely love this, Colleen:) I love how you brought tree mythology into each one. I can’t pick a favorite! xo
lovelovelove this, Colleen. You took the words right out of my mouth (had I written one) — no, never! only joking. I could never write one like you. But I was thinking of writing one entitled The Dryad — ha, hmm, er.
Maybe next time, my friend. Last week zoomed by me. I feel more ‘in tune’ this week. Thanks. Be well, my dear. I wish you miracles.
Thanks for your kind words, Selma. No worries my friend. Some weeks the muse just doesn’t want to play. I get that. I love all things magical… so dryads, well that made perfect sense to me. LOL! ❤
hmmm…are there different dryads for different trees – I have no oaks.
But I have an elderly willow and several silver maples and a bunch of other woody stuffs 😉
I think one of the reasons I feed the birds is to help provide music for the Dryads!! 😀
Yes! I agree. The birds are tree jewelry for the dryads. That was one thing I really missed in the desert—the trees. Now, in Michigan, I’m again near hardwood forests. They are glorious. ❤
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I absolutely love this, Colleen:) I love how you brought tree mythology into each one. I can’t pick a favorite! xo
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Awww, it was the photo. Your daughter has the dryad spirit 🙏🏻❤️🧚♀️
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Wonderful poetry Colleen and yes what a great image to inspire. 🙂
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There is so magic in that photo. I knew you would pick up on that. ❤
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Yes I love magical photo prompts. ❤
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Very lovely. I’ve been reading and studying my oak trees. (I have 5) 🥰
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The mythology of trees is fascinating. I can imagine a book of tree poetry that includes your photos. How lovely that would be. ❤
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That would be lovely. 🥰 I’m not ready to go there yet!
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LOL! You should set that as a long-term goal. It would be a lovely adventure for you. ❤
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You planted that seed and it’s taking root. 🤔
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And that makes me happy! 😀
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Trees are full of magic, and I love oak trees!
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They are one of my favorite trees. ❤
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lovelovelove this, Colleen. You took the words right out of my mouth (had I written one) — no, never! only joking. I could never write one like you. But I was thinking of writing one entitled The Dryad — ha, hmm, er.
Maybe next time, my friend. Last week zoomed by me. I feel more ‘in tune’ this week. Thanks. Be well, my dear. I wish you miracles.
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Thanks for your kind words, Selma. No worries my friend. Some weeks the muse just doesn’t want to play. I get that. I love all things magical… so dryads, well that made perfect sense to me. LOL! ❤
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hmmm…are there different dryads for different trees – I have no oaks.
But I have an elderly willow and several silver maples and a bunch of other woody stuffs 😉
I think one of the reasons I feed the birds is to help provide music for the Dryads!! 😀
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Yes! I agree. The birds are tree jewelry for the dryads. That was one thing I really missed in the desert—the trees. Now, in Michigan, I’m again near hardwood forests. They are glorious. ❤
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Yes surreal quality Colleen…. In a surreal world right now…. Your talent is brilliant at this type of poem…. I take my hat off to you… ❤
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Thank you dear, Sue. I love the myths and mystery. ❤️🙏🏻
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Me too ❤
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