The Tree’s Ghost Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Tree’s Ghost

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My uncle took an axe.

“No...no! ”
the tree said.

But he didn’t listen
turned it
into wood

silent wood

that only found
its voice

again
in fire

cursing and spitting
at the dark.

I return
to the wood

gaze into
the nothingness where

the tree used to be

It’s ghost
gazes back.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 01 March 2008

Full circle...tree...wood...fire...no tree...ghost gazing back. Being a lover of a good fire, I can't tell you how this made me sad...for I had never thought of the ghost of a tree before. I loved the line about the wood spitting in anger in the fire....your images amaze me!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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