when grief enters the forest
alex gibson
Hear the bluebells choir a hymn of delight
Drooped low, heads solemn, and watching the soil
As it swells with droplets, seedlings recoil
Rain patters down and emotions alight.
A feverish clouding, misery’s child
Heralds toads out from beneath their deadfall
And chirrupings silence; hear rustling’s call
Halcyon days where the soft fawns beguiled.
So climb the felled wych elm, slick from blue rain
Accost fired emotions, too wild, too few
Below the bowed trunk, webs crystal with dew
Spiders emerge and sing gracious refrain.
Cross isolation and shake its gnarled hand
That coward heartbreak intumesces here
But low is its cry by the milkweed tear
As rain beckons forth the beautiful land.
Alex Gibson lives in the south of England and is currently in his second year of studying English with Creative Writing at the University of Portsmouth. He is interested in all corners of literature, from the beautiful and the Romantic to the dark and the Gothic. His poetry has previously been published online by Skrews Syndication.
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