This poem was written for JD Mader’s writing blog, Unemployed Imagination. Head over to join in with 2minutesgo, where you can write anything you like or read other people’s stuff. Cheers.
Ashes
they fill
the translucent air with sighs,
gesticulating
branches ever-twisting,
painting pictures
in their wand’rings.
emerald scraggly,
shadowed by cloud.
Words are
invisible childlike scrawls,
planted in
the way seeds become ideas,
full-leafed,
moisture-licked, all green,
sap sneaking
from fine fissures.
shimmer through
on stick legs, troops
marching over
all these exposed roots
until the
tallest trees rise to take their walk
back into
their viridescent treasured past,
all the ages
covered, seen and unseen,
the trials
and endeavours they have witnessed.
These rings
within mark their truth.
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