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Saturday 6 November 2021

Screaming Tree

Screaming Tree

Within this forbidding forest

Among a cathedral of trees

It stands alone and silent

Biding its time, waiting

For them to come and stand before it

In this special place

An altar of sorts

A clearing amongst the greenwood

 

Huge amongst its brothers

A giant within the greenery

Old, brooding, silent, implacable

Sweet sap oozing deep within

Grounded on the surface of the Earth

Its massive roots like fierce, hard fingers

Grasp deep within the ground

Holding fast to the surface of the planet

Its gnarled and twisted trunk

Spiralling up into the canopy

Reaching through to the sky

A long, ancient finger pointing upward

 

It hears the howling and the shouting

The agony and the anger

The breast-beating of those who stand before it

Screaming inarticulate noises

Of inexpressible pain and passion

 

It feels their raw emotion

Absorbing their energy

Soaking up and staring back

Immobile, faceless and unflinching

Its knotted, woody aspect

Reflecting, projecting, transmitting

And conducting sound

Upwards for the heavens to hear

And provide an answer, if they will

 

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2021

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