I spent a lot of time as a youngster walking through forests. My parents didn't have a lot of money, so at weekends, or during school holiday times, we would pack the car full of food for a picnic, and set off somewhere we could have a good walk, and we mostly went for forest walks. We mainly visited evergreen forests, where soft mosses clung to old stone walls along pathways; where we could hear the sound of a powerful river beyond the trees; where we could hear shrill cries of small birds from high up in the canopy.
But I always thought about what was going on beneath the soil. Did the trees communicate? Did other plants and fungi form a part of the tree communication highway? I wrote this poem to explain what I imagined in my head, and what I still imagine, now, many years later.
The Forest
A great piece of curved landscape,
Occupied by silent sentinels.
They stand in long rows,
Further than I can see.
A cavern of darkness
Between the Scots pines
Swallows the light
And my ability to see too far
Off the track.
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Limbs touch neighbours' limbs,
Whispering, and sharing secrets
In a language only they know.
They look forward. Ahead.
They are giant arboreal kings,
With towering, conical stature.
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Secrets and codes pass constantly,
Under the humus, the soft leaf litter;
A sweet perfumed layer
They make with gentle tumbles
Of pale brown needles.
A carpet for kings.
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In the dark subsoil, roots converge with roots,
With ethereal tendrils of fungi,
A kaleidoscope of bacteria.
Sending signals, messages, aide,
Ensuring all are kept nourished, strong
In the quiet green kingdom.
I hope you enjoyed my poem. If you did, thanks, and feel free to share or 'like'.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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