The Jeremiah Tree Poem by Stuart Cuthbert

Another plate smash on the hearth
Another argument can be heard
As I hide my head beneath the pillow
And dream of a different world
With all the lights out I hold the darkness
Just like I would a friend
This ever lasting shadow
The one on which I depend

Another argument out in the country
I always feel I’m the one to blame
For all the noises all the violence
Am I getting in the way
Another post scream hug in the front room
Another sorry comes rushing out
A good excuse is no excuse
Do you have to scream and shout


When it gets too much for me
I walk down the garden to the jeremiah tree
I talk and talk my day away
With a heart felt certainty

I start a day dream where I am king
And I get praised for everything
And no matter what I do
I never feel the sting from the bottom of a shoe


Another disagreement turns into a fight
So I turn and run up the stairs
I feel the fear cut right through me
Like a bear trap or a rabbits snare
I hear the foot steps bang like drums
As I cower in the corner am I to blame
They get louder and louder and louder
As I sit there screaming his name


When it gets too much for me
I walk down the garden to the jeremiah tree
I talk and talk my day away
With a heart felt certainty

I start a day dream where I am king
And I get praised for everything
And no matter what I do
I never feel the sting from the bottom of a shoe