The Tree’s Ghost Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Tree’s Ghost

Rating: 2.7


My uncle took an axe.

“No...no! ”
the tree said.

But he didn’t listen
turned it
into wood

silent wood

that only found
its voice

again
in fire

cursing and spitting
at the dark.

I return
to the wood

gaze into
the nothingness where

the tree used to be

It’s ghost
gazes back.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 01 March 2008

Full circle...tree...wood...fire...no tree...ghost gazing back. Being a lover of a good fire, I can't tell you how this made me sad...for I had never thought of the ghost of a tree before. I loved the line about the wood spitting in anger in the fire....your images amaze me!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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