This piece was written for the Carrot Ranch’s double ennead challenge. Obviously this relates to winter in the northen parts of the northern hemisphere.
Sol sat solo, silent,
in his melting cell,
hatching his plan to flee his hibernation,
bring Winter’s reign down and
turn freeze into free.
Summer would soon follow,
(he would scorch the earth)
but a more compelling task was now at hand,
bring life to seeming dead
seeds in fertile earth.
‘Arise the Thor of thaw.’
‘Freedom’ did he cry.
He rent the prison’s icy bars asunder,
re-leaved trees in green and
set the waters free.
Six Crooked Highways 
Good fun. Some nice word play going on here Doug. Bet you enjoyed writing it.
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Thanks, Hobbo. ‘Enjoyed’ is probably stretching it a bit, given the restrictions of the format but I’m sure I’ll appreciate it when I grow Up. 🙂
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Don’t ever do that. Grow up I mean!
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🙂
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Thanks, Hobbo. ‘Enjoyed’ is a bit of a reach but I’m sure the discipline will do me good. 😉
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Doug, your wordcraft is stunning! What a brilliant idea to write from old Sol’s point of view. This is right up my alley. “Arise the Thor of thaw…” deserves to be a sign on my garden bench! Thanks so much for joining in! ❤
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So glad you enjoyed it, Colleen, and many thanks for the superlatives. I’ll stand by for a pic of your garden bench. 🙂
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I’ll share it with your for sure! 😀
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Beautiful. I can feel spring spouting all around me.
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Many thanks, Sue.
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Love this one–You’re a poet nonpareil, Doug 🙂
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Many thanks, Zelda. Glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re sincerely welcome 🙂
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The other kind of nonpareil. We call them hundreds and thousands and piled on buttered bread, they were staples of every children’s party and known as ‘fairy bread’. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonpareils
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The nonpareils I’m most familiar with, and LOVE, are the chocolate candies with white bead-like sprinkles on them 🙂
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I agree with Hobbo. Perhaps the restrictions allowed for Doug to stretch a bit and create a more fabulous piece?
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Prometheus chained as it were. 😉
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I was thinking more of a Shakespeare iambic, but I suppose he cheated too often for that comparison to work.
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There’s thunder in your words, Doug!
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Those damn brussel sprouts! 🙂 Thanks, Charli.
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I love the last three lines.
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Thanks, Janet. Much appreciated.
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