The Singing, Ringing Tree Poem by Tom Billsborough
The Singing, Ringing Tree
From the singing, ringing tree
Tall winds reap plaintive melodies
On a wild moor,
High above the valley floor.
Aeolian music whispering
Sonic magic by fate alone
Ringing through the hollow steel tubes
Of varying lengths and disparate angles
That suggest the structure
Of a gale-tormented tree.
Echoes by its random, melancholy sounds
Cathy's ghostly low refrains
Calling vainly for Heathcliff again and again
Across the purple haze of indifferent heather.
Or Orpheus' muted lyre mourning
His final loss of Eurydice.
The eerie sound of The Singing, Ringing Tree in the background while I am writing, interferes with the idea I initially had about '' Burnley '', as '' burn '' directs my mind to the passion of my mind and heart. Of course, it does not make any sense....but, it does in so many ways to me! If I were to brake the puzzle, the symbols, the daily melodic notes and songs, and all their significance, it completes a major understanding about how the entire Universe works, and how it responds to any question which I have yet to ask...your poem brings me closer to my own feelings, guiding my perception to where it needs to be. A poem which I can truly relate to. Thank you.
The town adjacent to Burnley is called Blackburn. This is odd as burn is the Gaelic/ Scottish word for Stream. Gaelic is rare here in North west Lancashire. The only place name is actually a mile from the house, . It is a small village called Treales.. being Gaelic for Three settlements. I actually lived there for seven weeks in the Vicarage, my father-in-law being the vicar! The tree in a sense is like a huge Pipes of Pan for the personal use of the Wind. Nature makes its own songs and the more we listen the more we gain understanding. Thank you for your comments. Tom
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5/2/2025 8:32:21 PM # 1.0.0
i have reviewed the comments, not the poem yet. sounds like this tree SHOULD be far from civilization! i wonder what the local wildlife think about it, especially when they are trying to sleep! my favorite part: indifferent heather. i feel somewhat the same. ha ha! ! thanks for sharing. on private property? ? bri :)
no, on open moorland.