Like a lone swimmer braving a November sea the tree was sillouetted against the sky; bare, bleak and solitary.
Dressed in its summer finery the tree looked like a blousy call girl on a night out.
The pine tree, as straight as an arrow, reached up to pierce the sky.
The tree was as naked and bereft as a dancer after the show.
The tree, like a gladiator brusied and battered after an unequal fight, still stood, lone and leafless, but defiant. The elements had served up their worst but they had not prevailed.
The willow tree's pale green tendrils hung trembling like widow's weeds, concealing sorrow but promising ongoing life.
Stunted and deformed, the tree squatted like a malcontented goblin contemplating its next evil act. Twisted and gnarled branches, like mocking fingers, jabbed the air.
Do you mean the swimmer was just entering the sea (like Reggie Perrin?) The immediate impression I got was that the swimmer was swimming, which confused me slightly.
ReplyDeleteI think my favourite was the 'malcontented goblin', an Iago of the forest. Lots of memorable images - well done.