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.