Tree Poem Trilogy
A BITTER WOOD
In a bitter wood stood a tree scarred with ax
Next to him an oak burled by sapping wax
Down the way an odd hole murking with wet
Was raising a red wood tree which protruded from its depths
Its crown was inhabited by beings in balls fluttering about its leaves
So woe to those whose hearts bittered while chopping up the trees
The spirits of the trees bonded to the red dwarfs
In a bitter wood where micro-tear threads flew then morphed
With each wound the birch and maple's veins would ooze
Lutins turned red, whence went to bruise
Who would do such a violent thing?
For wood or paper, not fit for a king
For the screams of the trees spooked the hobs people
A fleeing of bees rang the highest steeple
Dragonflies, fireflies, and butterflies so ill...
Guarded a gate before a sill
Marred with unlived life and smothered and stilled
In a bitter wood hearts were minified and chilled
DAME FILLED SPIRIT FOREST
Cast thy peels on pails of ghost
Bring thine faith for the failing most
Soaked in brine those lost in sin
Raise up hind to a forest of tin
Whose floors flaunt shimmering gems of white?
Whose vines grow up hot red light like night?
Grooming turtles and a dame−filled spirit!
She let's her hair run as coral pea on rocky skin
Blue run the trees with olived-tones
Speckling and twisting the curled wormy stones
Under crimson leaves and their dainty dangle
Candlesticked elf-edged toes jingle and jangle
Cross-like stars shimmer back the ground
In the sky through a twining of thin weedy horehound
A soil like onyx where pearled white flowers grow
Weave flower patterned rugs amongst roots beautifully so
A TREE'S THRESHOLD
Bronzed red sap glows the trees in midday sun
Flows within her like life-blood spiraling down
Gorgeous lore’s so sealed in hollowed wood
Paved into the earth down a twirled wind spun
Stairways wrapped with roots till spirits lit
Forest wisdom hymns a sweet sweet song
Dancing in the mist are tales well sung
Down down down a willow's throat she fit
Whistling notes speak truths of gold
Raising her knowing of all things known
Sap unrolls esoterics unknown
Seeing, she exits the tree's threshold
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