Rowan Tree
The rowan tree sees a light turn from white into grey colours turn
to shades of dust and claws of branches blacken against the sky.
Rowan made from feathers, made from blood keeping me safe.
The rowan tree sees a ghost with heat floating about a sodden
ground as night’s ghastly thoughts die down and give a rise to
the dreadful day. Rowan made from blood keeping me safe.
The rowan tree sees the sun make shimmering shadows as
brightness scalds our eyes and words shrivel on the edge of our
tongues like ash. Rowan made from blood keeping me safe.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2021
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