Hymn for the uncharted timbers

Hymn for the uncharted timbers

A Poem by Eilis

swale-weeper,
trunk

straight stone.
sometimes

there's no
other way than alone,
in a forest

ill-lighted with
nothing

to breathe to
but prehistoric
trees.

magnolia acuminata,
mother, no,
father.

both
sit hushed
and still

© 2020 Eilis


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It’s probably the botanist to me but on one level I read this as the trepidation of the newcomer (Homo sapiens) treading into primeval Nature. The ancient Appalachian forests have always given me that sense, and when I am within their depths I expect to be confronted by woolly mammoths or some other great beast. We can feel naked in places such as this. On another level, it reminds me of how alone we are, even while amid our loved ones. The sparce use of words fits with the feeling of being overwhelmed by things so timeless, things that could care less about us.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

3 Months Ago

The disinterest of the natural world can be overwhelming though I suppose we mirror that with our de.. read more
SkinlessFrank

3 Months Ago

I appreciate those thoughts. There is a Dawn Redwood in the courtyard outside my office. Most of my .. read more
Eilis

3 Months Ago

Yeah, I find it difficult to impress my students (my children) as well.



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E,
A mysterious poem . . . I feel a sense of foreboding . . . like I don't belong here . . . Time and place have shifted for me quite unexpectedly . . . These characters startle me as I come upon them, but they offer to companionship.
T

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Your intuitive sense about the scene is kind of what I felt when writing this. A lot of my older poe.. read more
Your poem reminds me of how we might walk into a forest & get one impression . . . like maybe the place feels haunted or desolate or something like that. But as we spend time in this forest, more & more the warm complex personality of the place emerges & our first impressions fall by the wayside. A great analogy for how it can be, entering any unknown situation (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

I dare, I do very dare, and my daring can’t be stopped. Sorry, that’s just the way it is. Ha ha
gram linski

5 Years Ago

oh well, whatever nevermind, lol,

signed the Albino mosquito,
Eilis

5 Years Ago

Ha! buzz buzz

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