The Old Gods, #Garland Cinquain

This week for the poetry challenge, I want to share a garland cinquain. This poem is created with a 2/4/6/8/2 syllable count for each of the five stanzas. The last stanza is where it gets interesting. You take line one from the first stanza, line two from the second stanza, etc. until you’ve created the last refrain.

I especially like this form because it combines the brevity of syllabic poetry into a longer verse poem that tells a story.

(The cover image credits are: Roger Kidd, https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dryad%27s_Saddle_Fungus_-geograph.org.uk-_552410.jpg).

Image Credit: Dustin Hemingway, My Michigan son from another mother

The Old Gods

old Gods
guard the river
where fast water runs deep
a far northern estuary
rushes

coastland
weathered heartwood
reveals the mystery
of the dryad’s saddle parasite
mushrooms

white-rot
weakens the host
maple, elm, box elder
united wood nymph sentinels
protect

the core
symbiotic
connection to the tree
If one falls, they die together
fungi

fairy
air, earth, water
powers drawn from the trees
ambrosia from the other world
enshrined

old gods
weathered heartwood
maple, elm, box elder,
if one falls, they die together
enshrined

©2020 Colleen M. Chesebro

Years ago when we lived in Great Falls, Montana, Dustin lived next door to us where he served in the Air Force. Now retired and married to the love of his life, Molly, the two returned home to their beloved state of Michigan. Our friendship has endured for many years and we talk often. When Dustin sent me this photo from a spot near his home, I knew I had to write about the dryad’s saddle. These fungi are edible, believe it or not! Click the link to find out more.

Give back to the mother goddess… plant a dryad tree!