Winter Trees – A Poem

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I have very much been enjoying the poetry of blogger-friends Éilis and Jane Dougherty lately, and felt inspired to dust off my word-smith’s hat and have a go myself. I wrote a lot of poetry in my youth, but quickly became disillusioned with the elitist snobbery I came across in this field of writing; some genres of artistry just seem to draw such types. Happily, the afore-mentioned ladies have dispelled my fears.

Winter Trees is an old poem I wrote when I was very young (about 16, so that’s a loooooong time ago!), but Éilis read it recently, and suggested I post it on my blog, and so, as a tentative toe-dipping back into the realms of poetic penmanship, here it is.

Winter Trees

Like tall gaunt un-fleshed skeletons
these trees, slaves to a stormy wind,
bow and bend and scrape the sky, raking from it
tears of cloud-blood
with their gnarled and knotted, black old claws,
protesting at the rigours
of a raging wind.

They have a kind of grace;
they perform their dance stiffly
like newly carved puppets
with the utmost precision
forming movements in a visual language
we cannot begin to comprehend
but only watch with awe.

The wind finds his voice only in
their praying, outstretched arms.
He sings, and roars, and weeps of the mysteries, and miseries
he has seen on his travels.
His wild, moving rhythm is the fierce, magic music
to which they contort
and set their bovine dance.

If they clothed themselves
in rich, summer-green finery,
upholding their leafy burdens to the sun’s inspection and praise,
I doubt not that soughing wind
would do more than sigh huskily
at their noble beauty,
bestow them with gentle, gusty kisses.

But now, he exploits their sad nakedness
with an enthusiasm which breaks them
creaking in two. When he has ripped out their woody hearts
and they lie dead and rigid
upon ground which once sustained them,
he will laughing pass onward to vent
a new fury elsewhere,

leaving these pathetic, ruined giants
to burn in humanity’s grates.

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28 thoughts on “Winter Trees – A Poem

    1. Thank you, Carole, I really appreciate that! Like I say, that is something I wrote a long time ago, I don’t even know if I can write poetry any more, but I’d really like to try, so there may be the odd little verse or two making an appearance over the coming weeks… odd being the operative word, probably!!!

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      1. Don’t even entertain the thought “It might be rubbish.” Dismiss it and just write. Some of it will be average and then some might be outstandingy. Most of all, just enjoy the experience.

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        1. Thanks, Carole, that is a really lovely thing to say! You’re right… I am allowing myself to become filled with trepidation over something which really doesn’t matter. I love writing, poetry should be just another part of that.

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    1. Well I posted it, thanks to your encouragement. That was the first hurdle to get over. Now I have to attempt something new, but its such a different way of thinking compared to what I usually write. Its going to take time…

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      1. I understand, Ali. Honestly, that’s exactly how I feel about fiction writing. I’ve got my selkie story to finish but often worry I won’t be good at it. It sounds like it’s as different for me as poetry is for you. 🙂 Well we try new things anyway and then perhaps even get surprised by how we do on them. 🙂

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        1. You’re absolutely right, Éilis! If we don’t try new things, we’ll never know what we could have achieved, we’ll never grow as individuals. Your Selkie story is so beautiful, I don’t think you should have any fears about your ability to write fiction. And yes, sometimes we surprise ourselves, don’t we?

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