The old man and the oak

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My fingers trace the indentations left
the letters of forever us — memories
of sunshine in her hair, I stand bereft
an old man lingering on enemies
embedded in the bark, her burning lies
she told before I saw her cotton dress
once clean was soiled with mud and grass
when roughness of his hands was kneading breasts.
I still recall what axe and shovels did
below the surface now the secrets lie
I know that still the roots embrace what’s hid
and soon I’ll join them when it’s time to die
But still the softness of the bark reminds
of skin she gave away — I was declined

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March 22, 2015

30 responses to “The old man and the oak

  1. Truly, what lies beneath tells a tell of pain and betrayal. It is a wonder that the oak leaves did not turn red from the blood instead of their usual golden color.

  2. The secrets Nature helps bury… and memory brings afloat. I want to close my eyes and imagine their story (or her and his, separate, before the rejection). You’ve set such a tale…

  3. Ah… I am always thrilled to read a sonnet. I thought the last 6 lines of this poem were particularly strong in taking your reader through to the conclusion.

  4. very dark. Love the picture of the tree…I can see images of people in it quite clearly…as if the tree itself is telling the secrets of “what lies beneath”…

  5. Ashes to ashes , dust to dust , under shady trees i get filled with lust !
    This was great , mate

  6. Enchanting. Lovely, reflective thoughtful prose- Of skin she gave away, his memory of it shall last as long as the old oak stand.

  7. “But still the softness of the bark reminds
    of skin she gave away — I was declined”
    stunning lines in this, Björn! a chilling tale.

  8. Sounds like a terrifying ending ~ I specially like this part:

    I still recall what axe and shovels did
    below the surface now the secrets lie

  9. The “tree” knows a lot, just generally cannot tell its story. Here you did a great job of reading and reporting its soul.
    Not really at all related, but we had to cut off a lot (30-50) knees from our Cypress tree out front. Not one iota of information was gleened.
    ..

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