Tree Poem by Alice
Forlying, Forlying, Forlying
Smash!!
days and day prse by
and not a thing happens
the brown shall is
an skoth
an tell a crak
a sprout a tree is bern
Falling, falling, falling
Smash!
Days and days pass by and
not a thing happens
The brown shell is unscathed
Until a crack
A sprout a tree is born.
Oh my goodness. What a beautiful poem. I think I prefer the original spelling. Forlying is a great word. And an skoth makes me think of a little squirrel-like creature.
ReplyDeleteDo we have a latter-day Dylan Thomas here?
ReplyDeleteForlying is kind of beautiful, isn't it - that echo of forlorn.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THIS. I love the word-pictures she's made. The first version feels violent, wrenched from the fabric of the universe, the second is gentler, kinder.
ReplyDeletep.s. aren't you DESPERATE to steal it?
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