Where The Shade Falls

Where The Shade Falls

A Poem by Chris Shaw

where reigns the oak a mighty king
the beech is surely England's queen
beneath her dense green canopy
that hides me from a cloudless sky
i watch as from this river bank
the cruisers with their ease of grace
so gently smoothly sail on by

oh Fagus god of this fine tree
today in overbearing heat
i thank you for the use of shade
i thank you for the softest breeze
and from the inner core of me
i curtsey to this queen of queens
for growing in this welcome glade

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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“beneath her dense green canopy
that hides me from a cloudless sky
i watch as from this river bank”
You have so beautifully mastered the art of meticulous details in poetry. Each word just so magically paints a vivid picture! Fascinating work!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Your lovely review is so encouraging. Many thank yous.

Chris



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Big, dense trees have something very maternal about them. This queen of a tree has just such a benevolent shade, a solace from the solar glare that offers a home in the glade, away from your home!

We don't have this particular species in my place but we have others, perhaps similar in their allure. My favorite has always been the Tamarind tree. I could gladly die under its fragrant canopy! Such a fantastic poem, Ms. Chris!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

AJNJ

4 Years Ago

Perhaps I'll write a poem on it then...
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

I would be delighted if you did.:)
AJNJ

4 Years Ago

.....will try.....thanks 🤗
your words are immersed in sense of gratifying zeal that overwhelms the world and literature...stunning poem :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Gaurav I truly appreciate your very encouraging review. Thank you so much.

Chris
We have them here too Chris, but use them to take cover from the angels tears rather than this strange and exotic heat thing you talk of.
They work just as well for both purposes, but with our version you need acceptance... Acceptance that one ice cold drop must baptise our neck and make us want to chop the tree down, build a raft and sail off to faier climes... I hearthe arctic is warming up these days 😀
Like the perspective your thoughts took here Chris, which left me wondering that there must be a myth or legend behind the kings and queens being rooted to the spot, eternally hoping that the wind brings their branches together for the briefest touch from their other half, and the frustration of being able to see and not touch.
Maybe that would explain autumn better, where leaves are tears shed in despair of being eternally apart.


Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lorry

4 Years Ago

You're welcome, and I'm not at all jealous. Well.... 😀
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Yeah.. Well I know the sun is sharing more today, so enjoy :)
EmeraldHeart

3 Years Ago

Beautiful poem. Every word and sentence flows so smoothly. It was a pleasure to read. Thank you for .. read more
And I curtsy (hope no one is watching!! don't think guys are supposed to curtsy) to you for this absolutely wonderfully enjoyable write

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed this one Dave. Thankyou.

Chris
A lovely tribute to nature. nice feel and imagery again

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Ana.

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