The moment you turned
your back,
the trees returned.
Spreading, not like fire
as you once did--
but easy, drawing
power from the Earth,
threading out
finest root-hairs, twigs
reaching for the sky.
You walked away,
and agony with you,
a fading thing
leaving behind
the old roots
rising up, with time
now to grow,
the old stone walls crumbling.
A contest entry
- "Tree Poetry" by Victory Gin.
1050 points, ended November 26, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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what powerful imagery that gives you so much to associate with, i loved it
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This was interesting. Not sure who or what the subject is but I kind of like the mystery of that next to the trees as secondary characters even if it is abstract. It could be you are talking about another tree in which case the syntax of the opening stanza is a little misleading. Different.
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Thank you very much for your comment.
It's basically about humans after they abandon a farm or area and let nature return. I got the idea while hiking along the Appalachian Trail in Connecticut, where there's a maze of old stone walls slowly crumbling under the young forest that has been growing up there.
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love that first stanza.
this speaks of regeneration.
powerful ending too.
this is a fine poem.
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