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The Banyan are calling

a sonnet

By Emma DatsonPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Banyan trees, QUT Gardens Point, Brisbane, Australia

My soul responds to the call I hear now,

A curlew is sending his yearning out

Into the night, from his lonely high bough,

She is in the light, so happy without.

My core cries to be free, shining with light,

The banyan are calling me to them soon,

I will answer their ineffable might,

The curlew will be there, under the moon.

I will fill up with their tender green love,

Connecting me to the world once again,

All Gaia’s love surrounds me from above,

I will no longer feel like such a bane.

I see the curlews, they are together,

I know love surrounds us all, forever.

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About the Creator

Emma Datson

I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love

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