Here’s you’re daily listening. This song was stuck in my head while I was putting this post together and I think musically it fits nicely with today’s poem.
This is something I wrote forever ago. I completely forgot about it, but this blog has gotten my digging through my old writing and frankly, I am delightfully surprised by some of the things I find. Hopefully you are too! (please like & comment!)
If you are confused by the formatting, that’s okay. I was super big into Ellen Hopkins who writes like this. She creates beautiful (literal) images with her words splashed across the page.
Unfortunately, Substack doesn’t love crazy formatting, (a tree is supposed to be tabbed over once more so it sticks out, but honestly, the way it is now makes the text sort of look like a tree… so, happy accidents).
Here goes:
The young traveler
enters into the unknown.
The wood is deep,
his path is dark, but fracturedÂ
moonlight guides his way
into the verdant brush
beyond the summer saplings
among hardy winter worn trees
that have weathered the passage of time
Who stand in concert aroundÂ
a forgotten clearing, and he sees-
there
   in the wood
            A sentinel
a tree
The Oak
Prodigious and proud
its presence fills
the twilit clearing
whose tall grasses are
illuminatedÂ
like shards of silver,
a grey ocean at dusk, Â Â Â Â Â Â
Its blades billow in the wind,
swelling and cresting like waves;
rippling around roots that have
not been seen for an age
This is a loooooong poem and there is more to come, so make sure you subscribe so you don’t miss the next edition of this piece.
Part I