The green tree, the one in the backyard
With the durable trunk,
and the legs that kick towards the moon
Green, lovely and heaven blessed curves
Succulent and unforgiving
Oh, the round beetroot sides of her
Oh, the sensitive shivering purr
My green tree, my lovely green tree
I always long for the green tree
The yellow birds, the smaller birds
The brown birds, and the black ones
I see how they pine for Green Tree,
with worm stained beaks and potato eyes
The birds, all the birds
See what they see,
beneath the hairs of my sappy lover
In her arms, I am nestled in her bosom
Green Tree holds me
Her branches shake with an earthly giggle
Her leaves touch so tenderly
My Green Tree
Oh, lover watch me now
For I will tear the heads from our birds
To trickle the wine from fleshy-water beaks down breasts
How I do know, she likes this best
The legs we break and beat, clack clack
- a nature verse or something like that
‘twas something hollow,
or something broken
A chord beaten and beautifully stolen
Green Tree carries it in the wind
And the people don’t come near here
Green Tree,
my lovely, loner, lover
I stay forever in the foreground,
our forgotten burial mound,
With you.
Comments
A Lover's Green Tree
Hello!
Quite a poem. Being a tree-hugger, I was moving joyfully along this poem, taking in the kinship with the birds, animals and worms. And then it screeched to a halt. A big turn in feeling and mood. I am not certain I understand the context, as you have said yourself in the Last Few Words. Possibly just a paradox reflecting on how we say we love Nature, but not how we actually treat Nature? I'll be back to see your response, and to read what others think.
Thank you!
L
Hello
Hello,
Thank you for the thoughts, as always they are most welcome and insightful. I suppose it does reflect the love we have for nature, yet the destruction we often bring to it. The big turn in feeling and mood expresses the darker voice of the poem, and perhaps the greed and jealousy love can also bring alongside the tenderness.