REVISITING RIP VAN WINKLE

Posted on February 2, 2024 by | 2 Comments

 

Flash after flash above

a steely barrage of pellets—

an opaque torrent of gray rain

 

cut by the crack of thunder

as if the gods were falling timber

or sawing logs—

 

or just inebriated

in the mountains

playing nine pins.

 

 

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2 responses to “REVISITING RIP VAN WINKLE”

  1. Louise Jackson's avatar Louise Jackson | February 2, 2024 at 9:03 am | Reply

    Wonderful poetry and photo, John!

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    • John's avatar John | February 2, 2024 at 9:07 am | Reply

      It’s been decades since I thought about Washington Irving’s Catskills, but
      yesterday’s non-stop thunder brought the nine pins back to me. According to Wiki,
      Irving had never been to the Catskills when he wrote Rip Van Winkle.

      Thanks for your comment.

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