Trelissick

A poem unearthing the stories of the trees of Trelissick, inspired by a Boy grown up and a Grandpa grown frail and forgetful.


and in your lace
of twisted trunk
live the echoes
of a thousand
stories

grappling hands
snapping twigs
branches
brandished swords
swooshing
swish

shadows turn
suns rise

sticks
assisting standing
roots 
decaying
leaves 
lightly swaying
in the breath 
of lives
relived
relaying

still betwixt
your speckled canopy
of memories
the sunshine comes to dance

by Jade

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