
We know well
The old ghosts
Wandering Victorian manors
Haunting librarians
Teasing the living
With their light switch antics
Where do new ghosts go
Might they choose
Their eternal habitat?
I must say hello
To Mother Tree
I did not lie
When I told you
I greet her upon arrival
Yesterday, closing my eyes
Pressing forehead to bark
Welcomed back for another frolic
She is confident
Centred within her grove
As her children sway
Bright, springy boughs
Waft fragrant pine oil
Through golden sunbeams
New saplings touch
their root tips to hers
Comforted by their grandmother
I do not wish to die now
But at the very end
I will curl
At her base
Draw knees to chest
Inhale one last time
Her comforting scent
Final, weary exhalation
A small gift
In acknowledgment
Of the peace she imbues
When I am
A new ghost
You may find me
In her sap
Trickling down her bark
Press your finger
To its sticky resin
Rub hands together
Cup them around
Nose and mouth
Inhale her vitality
Drawn from my bones
My afterlife mischief managed
When you find your fingers
Are stuck together
When she eventually falls
She won’t die
Her children will continue
Nourishing her roots
So she may still weave
Artful stories for us all
Merrily captivating
This joyful spirit
And the little ones
Holding her hand
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Receipts for the glacial dip 😆
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Aspen Marie
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Comments (6)
Your word choice is absolutely stunning! I loved how vivid and descriptive this was, it was brought to life so well!
Oh my, look at that picture 😍 and taken by you, it's absolutely beautiful, Aspen. Inspired by a lovely day out I see. I like how the tree welcomed you back for another frolic. 'As her children sway Bright springy boughs' you're giving nature a confidence boost with your rhythmic verse. I really do love this line, 'when I am a new ghost...' oh I see this is a continuation/ answer to your question, of where new ghost go. Personifying the sap and the resin into yourself was such a fantastic choice of imagery. It brings depth and continuation of life, outside of this superficial one. 'the little ones holding her hand' a cute ending 😍❤️👏🏾
This is beautiful! I don’t have the right words, just a feeling.
You are one with nature, Marie!! And I'm freaking loving your poetry!! 😁
This felt so heartwarming. Such a beautiful poem!
Wow great poem! I love the vivid story woven to convey such a deep communion with nature and the essence of life. 💜💜💜