New Forest Sounds

Written for:  Sunday Muse #81

Deer, record player

Photography by Sarolta Ban View website HERE

Oh no, they cut our tree down.

It is a shame guys, I know.  Poor guy was failing.

Now there are sounds of lovely music
playing.  Do you suppose he left us
a gift?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to New Forest Sounds

  1. This short tale insists on the positive.


  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love the voice of the deer and question at the end. It is a
    positive and fun take on the photo. So glad you joined us Sara!


  3. I think the voice of the trees were finer than what was left.


  4. Sherry Marr says:

    Ah, what a nice idea, the leaving of a gift.


  5. Truedessa says:

    I imagine the songs to be sorrowful, perhaps, it was the tree that left his song blowing in the wind.


  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Perhaps it’s playing “Gone, Gone, Gone” — or a funeral dirge. When trees are cut down the action always leaves me feeling sad. All those secrets ‘blowin’ in the wind” !


  7. wyndolynne says:

    A sense of hope? The idea of the parting gift in this is interesting.


  8. Susie Clevenger says:

    I like the sense of hope it ends with. The animals look as if they could use it.


  9. Regina Phillips says:

    No doubt they hope for another form of protection, since the tree is no more. Nice spin on the prompt!


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