Geoffrey Brewer Poet Sonnet

Dark Thoughts of Trees

DARK THOUGHTS OF TREES

The trees that circumscribe the cricket field
[Stumps drawn ‘til equinox returns the sun]
Neath grey October sky a mood revealed
Their pensive mien betrays dark thought as one:-

“Our limbs close link in woodland brother form
These limbs once built your homes and ships of fame
And fine oak caskets whereby you’ll be borne
When you no more wield willow in your game”

“And when the field’s no longer mowed and even
When you have lost the power to play, and deign
To pass the carefree summer hour believing
That it shall be forever your domain”

“We’ll spread our seed, in time see restoration
Of ancient forest wild, a sylvan nation”

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Caren Krutsinger October 16, 2020 at 1:48 AM This is written in the spirit and possibly with the help of the old masters - reminding me of Coleridge, my favorite poet of all time. Well done! Geoffrey Brewer October 16, 2020 at 9:09 AM I share your admiration for the poems of Coleridge, and am flattered to be associated with him. Thank you Caren.

Joseph P. DiMino October 14, 2020 at 8:34 PM I think we are joined at the hip (or trunk), and what keenly lives in nature, lives in us as well (or dies in us); That Sylvan God is known by many names...and he responds to all in like manner, as he is respected or disparaged. Love the fine use or language, and thoughtful, introspective mood this work brings forth. I think the woods at night, especially the dark nature of its atmosphere, is mysterious and enchanting. As is this great read! Thank you for sharing. Geoffrey Brewer October 15, 2020 at 7:57 AM Thank you very much for your literate and erudite feedback, Joe. The wild woodlands do indeed contain dark and sometimes sinister mystery. The Mole and the Water Rat saw this well when that ventured there from the calm, safe river bank

Sara Kendrick October 13, 2020 at 7:02 AM Well, Willows are easy to propagate. Just cut off a tender limb in the spring and stick in the ground or a pot of soil and keep it moist and it will root then you can put it in the ground and watch it grow. Enjoyed reading your work. Sara Geoffrey Brewer October 14, 2020 at 10:51 AM many thanks for your response and the botany lesson, Sara.

Gary Radice October 13, 2020 at 2:26 AM I maybe walking down the too literal path here unable to see the wood for the trees but: I sense Mother nature is plotting her revenge here.. Or.. is the personification of man's evil at play here? A case of willow on leather rather than the other way around perhaps? Despite my possible 'Howzat?' misconceptions, this is a great write Geoffrey and I enjoyed reading this several times. I love poems that convey atmosphere and get me thinking too. Cheers - Gary Geoffrey Brewer October 13, 2020 at 6:05 AM Can’t say I believe nor disbelieve in these rustic sentiments; but I occasionally get the taste for the dark side seen in nature - it appears to contain every possible emotional drama. I salute your indications of civilisation innate in the culture of Cricket. Many thanks for your kind and literate response, Gary.

Gershon Wolf October 12, 2020 at 5:32 PM Noble trees have it all over us transient humans. Nicely presented, Geoffrey. ~ Nature's Finest! :) gw Geoffrey Brewer October 13, 2020 at 5:54 AM Thanks, Gershon.

Suzanne Delaney October 11, 2020 at 9:10 AM Hi Greg: Thanks for the explanation which I should have read before I read the poem. I know about crickets stumps being Australian born lol. Do we still hold the ashes? It does take all generations to hand down a beautiful Heritage. I pray young people today can find the hope to do that. Brilliant write. SuZ Geoffrey Brewer October 13, 2020 at 5:52 AM Many thanks for your kind comments, Suzanne.