Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 17, 2019

“THE BLOOD TREE ” ~by Martin Gedge



POEM “THE BLOOD TREE ” by martin gedge

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Alone it sits among the crypts

this ragged quarry spawn

for years it grew but no one knew

what nurtured it so long

that gave it life through all the strife

and tears it saw in rain

the mourns and cries what wilts and dies

has soaked up all it’s pain

but gave to shade and darken spade

each dig and darkly hole

to watch by chance from bark to branch

the lying of each soul

and in it’s grin the whispering wind

to howl on through the night

from trunk to bud all trenched in mud

was red as cherry ripe

so in these gates and stone estates

from the dead and misbehaved

it draws from leaves it’s blood to breathe

with roots in every grave…

by martin gedge©

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