The Hollow Tree

I saw a tree

all twisted and turned,

shaped by the wind,

bark roughened with age,

hollowed out by some past trauma,

clinging on to the slope,

roots extended out,

a network all around,

entwined with soil and rock,

yet covered with fresh new leaves

unfurling in the spring sunshine.


And I smiled in recognition.


13 March 2017


(The image is of a beautiful tree seen at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, which is one of a number of trees that inspired this poem.  The other inspiration for this piece was the theme of ‘Heights, Hearts and Hollows’ for the 2016 Advent series curated by Kate Griffiths-Lambe, which I wrote a blog for.  This poem is a follow up piece.)


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