In the rain its knuckled bark
has the gloss of polish,
a bottle-green patina.
There isn’t a skull-head for pivot,
tension is held in back of its palm
it fists into the soil,
raising it up.
Dragged impasto of seaweed
aches against silver waves.
I watch the wormholes
ferry their glitter of sand
‘Tree-Wheel ‘ and ‘Beach’ by C. Murray is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
- First published at Bone Orchard Poetry as part of a sequence.
- Image is ‘Willow trees’ by Pieter Wenning
Published at Bone Orchard Poetry December 2012 , from a Sequence of poems, © C. Murray, All rights reserved.