Scarred Tree - Poem by Danny Draper
Wind of fibres, reel of time
Rings the radiant knell,
Ways on ways end seamless days,
Ephemeral implements dispel.
Fragmented communities dieback,
Limbs, leached and scattered
Sapped of blood infused essence,
Degraded and weathered history
Cradles negatives by absent hands,
Shadows at margins impoverished edge,
Disruption that can never heal.
Wounds face solemn empty country,
As daze of days blurred older ways
Until seldom thought, displaced.
Seeds in disturbed soil endure
Fight for light and binding earth,
and persist in growing vigour.
Wounds won't heal
but by occlusion conceal
scars, life's rituals legacy,
As matted fibres uniformly enmesh,
Stem, and enrich new skin.
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