Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

A Rondeau for David McLansky's Laurel


To love a tree, I'd never thought
would be my fate until I sought
her shelter in a fickle clime
and Eros shot us both this time;
Apollo's son and Daphne's daughter.

Sweetly she affirms my court
with pretty sighs while I cavort
on dappled thyme - oh how sublime!
to love a tree.

The birds are charmed by my disport;
I freely fertilize and water
hidden roots before I climb
to squeeze her purple fruits and I'm
relieved it breaks no civil law
to love a tree.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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  • Daniel Brick (4/20/2014 11:49:00 AM)

    In the opening scene of Andrei Tarkovsky's last film THE SACRIFICE an old man shows his very young son how to care for a sapling they have just planted in a barren landscape. He tells him that the sacrifice he makes to care for this living thing will bring wonderful things into the world. Tarkovsky's tone is muted, even dour, but the theme parallels your theme. I really love the color, vitality, sheer delight your speaker brings into the world. She is a worthy caretaker of life, and her rewards are a clear conscience and joie de vivre. This poem made me think of a joyous dance, even though the central image of the laurel is rooted in place. We are rooted but we dance as well. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (11/10/2013 11:12:00 PM)

    Where I live there is a small woodland in which during many times of the year I transverse, many times I have found shelter laying under the arms of tall oaks, unfortunately this area is called undeveloped land by retailers who have forgotten that a clump of trees is actually more developed then their balance sheets would suggest. Poetic and Sublime (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (10/26/2013 6:28:00 AM)

    Trees are the lungs of this planet and are lovely to behold, particularly in autumn. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/26/2013 6:10:00 AM)

    Your love for the tree is given a classical dimension by referring to the love of Apollo for Daphne! Yes, a tree is perhaps one of the most beautiful creations of God and falling in love with a tree and tending it are expected of any Nature loving man! A theme different from your usual writes, Diana! (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (10/22/2013 7:37:00 PM)

    Wonderful. A poem written perfectly in a more classical style with grace and elegance. What is not to love? (Report) Reply

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