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.)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s