Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

Stark Branches - Poem by Sean Godley

As a youth this man climbed through a tree,
It rubbed his fleshy knees with smile and groan
As cherries balanced red above the lea,
Akin the leaves and branches, softly blown.
Having grown bored, he broke the serene scene,
When he carved, with sweat and tiring arm,
The ill word; ‘Love, ’ into the trunk’s demean
In itching impulse, meaning gentle harm.
Long years later he looks down with awe,
Growth has almost overgrown the wound,
But not quite; he'd carved around a core,
And caused an early death, scars half-cocooned.
Its fruit had lain decaying on the ground;
Stark branches - far forgotten; what he’d found.

Comments about Stark Branches by Sean Godley

  • Sylva Portoian (3/21/2010 2:25:00 AM)

    'Growth has almost overgrown the wound...
    Very nice stanza,
    What we call it 'keloid' in medical term.

    You have very deep sense in a special moment.
    Bursts suddenly... serenades,
    That makes you a great poet.
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  • (4/11/2006 1:04:00 PM)

    A very powerful poem. Very sad and very profound.

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra Fowler
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 13, 2006

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