“Chaplet” by C. Murray



A conversation amongst trees

I cannot hear what they are saying, that young girl and the tree,
their whispers are intimate, ceaseless.

I am sunk into a conifer hedge, tamped into a wall,
threaded into the blue ivy.

This is a warm chaplet against the rain,
and I would lie here if it wasn’t for the sky-

the sky will not skew to my vision,
body conspires with green-leaf to thrust me forward.



And I am become aware that it is time for this to cease –

a mead of daisies whiten on the windward side
of a grove. Trees,
daisies are blown white beneath silver beech.

Those hues balance
for once.

and If I step at once from the shelter of this close bower,
will I hold?

© C Murray



The image  Chaplet  is by Alice Maher and is used for this poem courtesy of Alice Maher and the Green on Red Gallery, Dublin, Ireland. 

Chaplet, a poem by C Murray