Saturday, August 5, 2017

The Trees at the Rath*

Trees keening winter nights away,
their wails woven into the wind;

heads of hair like seaweed taken from the strand,
flails knotted in insoluble puzzles.

Underground, roots, twisting toward some source,
shaped by memory;

trees like abandoned lovers,
scratching down the marble of night-time.

* Fairy ring, fort

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