‘Old Ford Galaxy in the Woods’ Published at Free Verse Revolution!

There are only so many ways to be proud of what I have written, but I am happy to share my poem, Old Ford Galaxy in the Woods, has been published at Free Verse Revolution!

Free Verse Revolution shares poetry centered around its ever-changing monthly theme, as well as poems written by budding and established writers in response to weekly prompts. With an ever-growing plethora of words that touch the soul, I am honored to be a part of the poetic revolution.

I struggled to unearth a story in response to July’s theme, galaxies. The only galaxy I knew of was the worlds in the sky and that seemed a story able to be told in a few words while I wanted to say something new.

On the verge of not writing in response to the prompt, my father pointed out that a galaxy was also a classic Ford car. That gave me something new to think about, since I even remember trailing my fingers along the doors of abandoned Ford Galaxie’s, rusty with age, down in a hidden car lot a walk through the woods from where I live. I used to wonder, walking among the sad cars in that lot, what stories were behind the vehicles left to moss and rust.

Something obscure, like an old car, was what I wanted to write about so I looked up images of this old classic and put my pen down to paper and my poem fell together.

1960 Ford Starliner Galaxie

This experience teaches me to look beyond the obvious and unearth the stories that are passed by. We all choose what we write about and, while I could have written an excellent poem on the cosmos, I was not called to that tale.

Follow your creativity.

If you are so called, in the meantime, I invite you to enjoy Old Ford Galaxy in the Woods.

I found it


Almost moss

Listening to the creek sing

With closed eyes.

No sticks around

This ancient shrine

Only acorns

From female oak trees.

I close my eyes

And see ghostly ruts

In the creek bed

Watch the water swirl brown

At each wheel’s passing.

I see a

Delicate ankle

A white shoe on the grass

An exclamation as an acorn

Nearly wrenches her foot.

There falls a brimming circle of shade

As blue slippers step down

To the bank

Balance on a rock beside the stream

And a hat flies from a slender hand

Wafts with the wind

Touches the water

And is devoured.

The colors are lost now

The laughter stolen by the trees

But the rust

Shines through the moss on this ancient shrine

Speckles itself like the Milky Way

Tells of stardust

That glittered these woods and

The white and blue doves

That flew to Venus.

Please do share your lovely thoughts!

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  1. It is always exciting to read about your work being published in different places. Congratulations on getting your work out there!! Oh wow! I didn’t even know that Ford had a Starliner Galaxie. I am so bad with older cars LOL! I am only useful with modern cars. YESSS!!! There can be so many different stories behind something. Like cars, for example. Keep up the amazing work sis

    Nancy ✨ exquisitely.me

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  2. Once again, huge congratulations on getting published at Free Verse. And I absolutely LOVE this interpretation of the theme. The line about rust speckling itself like the Milky Way is fabulous. This is such an evocative poem, Jaya, I can see and hear the children playing by the car. And hear the silence (if that makes sense) as Nature takes over the old shell. Beautiful! Lisa x

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  3. Love your dad’s take on the theme! How creative! My dad has a classic car so they hold a special place for me. So special to see a classic honoured in a poem. Congrats on having it published!

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  4. My heartfelt congratulations, Jaya! This is an excellent beauty of a poem, and what a creative take on the monthly prompt! This is one of the best poems I’ve read today, and man, what a great start to the week. Each verse is crafted delicately to the evocative mind and memory. I loved this stanza the most:

    I close my eyes

    And see ghostly ruts

    In the creek bed

    Watch the water swirl brown

    At each wheel’s passing.”

    It’s so beautiful, this alone could be a poem by itself. It stands so strong and powerful. At times, the piece in its entirety is solemn in the reflection of memory. Just wow is what I’m reduced to say, because anything else can’t describe it aptly other than that:


    Amazing writing as always. It’s a beautifully written masterpiece, one that I will come back to read again and again. ❤ ❤

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    1. Your amazing words, Lucy, are the best I have yet to read today! I am blown away by your heartfelt appreciation of my poem, and love the way you tell why you liked it.

      The stanza you quote is one I worked on hard to make sure it was clear, so I am thrilled it came across as I intended. 🙂
      Thank you for sharing your thoughts and may the words flow!

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          1. Awesome! I checked and you’ll be eligible for consideration again 8/10, which is three months from the last acceptance. I’ve been sending past contributors email reminders once they become eligible. 🙂

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