A Silver Birch
By onemorething
- 357 reads
Hand upon bark, braille
in scars of lenticels;
a papered chronicle
of dark fissures I cannot read -
a silver birch will keep its secrets.
Beyond the uniformity
of a ploughed field,
beyond the words
of the long grass,
beyond the empty ring
of a church bell;
no distant god will save me now,
though here, remain wounds
of initials, faded, of a story of innocence
that I no longer remember.
I can only recall the tangle
and broom, the orange underwing
of a moth, and other men
of greater sins. Once,
a birch might be dressed
in women's clothes, ceremonially,
rubies of fly agaric at her feet:
a network to feed a tree, and by return,
be sweetened by her roots.
Not all relationships are so reciprocal,
I have forgotten as much as I am able,
but still my skin bristles.
Do not spare the rod,
he said,
men have always ruled the world,
he said.
A silver birch is whitened
with betulin - to shield itself
from the scald of sun; and
they grow up fast, these trees,
to survive alone, sprout
slender branches that can bend
to the will of another:
this is how you fight
to hold on to what light is left.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tom_Thomson_Silver_Birches.jpg
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Trees are wonderful, aren't
Trees are wonderful, aren't they? Most comfortably out live us all, watching on as we live our lives.
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Hi Rachel,
Hi Rachel,
I think the silver birch is a very underrated tree. It's great to read your poem and give it the credit it deserves.
I planted two new silver birches to create a wood back in the late 1980s. After I'd planted them, me and my son named them Willow and Jasmine, it was the first two names that came into my mind at the time. Mind you I wouldn't have a clue where they are now, they seem to have got lost in the mists of time and new houses and roads going up, which is such a shame as I'd love to know what happened to them and if they're still growing. They supposed to be fast growers as you mention in your poem and incredible survivors.
Thanks for sharing.
Jenny.
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