A troll awakes. |
The Wisdom of the Troll Grundlebletch von Hoogenspit rises from his bed (no more than a tangle of vegetation under the arch of a bridge), slowly, unhurriedly, as though time were a servant rather than an unforgiving master, as, in truth, it is for us. He stands, stretches and scratches his side, lost in contemplation of another day granted and a wealth of possibilities to choose from. A step forward brings him to the river; he stoops, wets his hands, rubs his face vigorously while uttering blubbering sounds between his fingers. Now refreshed and fully wakened to the day, he turns and regards the dawning light streaming from the rising sun, reflecting upon the winding river that wanders from the hills. He speaks, voice sonorous and deep, his words a greeting to the morn, “Ole Grundle now awake ‘e be and thankful for the day; ‘e’s ready now yon world to see and eager for the play. Let ‘appen now whate’er will be, this troll embraces all, his soul acceptin’ your decree, life’s gifts both great and small.” With that the troll steps boldly forth, his future to discover. Line Count: 34 Free Verse (mainly) For The Daily Poem, July 15 2020 |