These are trickier to lay out on a blog than they should be, but they’re lots of fun regardless. Shaped acrostics aren’t something I can foresee attempting anytime soon, but I am intrigued by this one, though the shape doesn’t specifically say anything to me about the poem. Still, it works for me…
Upon a glade of sun-sculpted
Pine forest, rooted in stone,
Layers of my bark peel away,
Inviting a softer surface to emerge. I climb
Far into the sky, following an eagle’s current
To the sun–
I melt into my sculptor…
Nestled by Her vision, I hear a new call:
“Go back to seed, and I will bring you Home.”