Asking the tree

Below unseen rest world-roots
spinning bloom to buds of you and me,
there beneath the firmament of wood
the norns tend lifelines of our being,
only they will know the length
of the filament that’s named for you,
and if you want to know
you cannot ask the clouds
you cannot name the tree
it keeps its secrets deep,
but if you bow to soil and branch
the tree might whisper
answers to any question that you
     never pose.

This is linked to toads where Kim asks us to write about a tree of mythology. I will also link this to Poetry Pantry

April 21, 2019

26 responses to “Asking the tree

  1. Well done. I love the oracular presence of this old tree. Maybe all of us lifeforms (visibly organic or invisibly) are growing together and on for better and worse!

  2. “but if you bow to soil and branch the tree might whisper answers to any question that you never pose,”… Love this! ❤️ Brilliant write, Bjorn 😀

  3. I will seek a tree and sit and wait for answers to questions that I do not pose. Lovely ending, Björn!

  4. I ask our trees all sorts of things but I’m still waiting for an answer, Björn. But seriously, this poem is my cup of (witch hazel) tea. I love Norse mythology, the idea of ‘world-roots spinning bloom to buds’ and the norns tending our lifelines – I have a soft spot for female beings who rule the destiny of gods and men. I also love the lines:
    ‘you cannot ask the clouds
    you cannot name the tree
    it keeps its secrets deep’.
    I’ll be listening in our garden for whispers.

  5. A tree like in your photo, seems so stately, and wise – and it has “witnessed” so much. It holds fast to its secrets. It must think us fools.

  6. Ah yes thats what humbling oneself brings, the gift of wisdom
    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Björn

    Much❣love

  7. ‘the tree might whisper
    answers to any question that you
    never pose.’

    There is something very philosophic about that line. An awesome piece that leaves a contemplative pause in its wake.

  8. Ha. I love that ending, answers to questions we never pose. I felt myself to down in the reading and feel quite elemental.

  9. Yes, that grand tree has seen so much, knows so much. I wish it could speak to me.

  10. When you said there was only one tree you could write of, I knew it would be Yggdrasil. But the poem, which I find at once delicately restrained and deeply exciting, tells me some things I didn’t know. Although I do know that Yggdrasil cannot be seen by human eyes, your photo is exactly what it should look like!

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