Monsol Head

Sandeep Sharma


Elm and ash, birch and rowan
My mother would say
Don't hold onto your past
I am poet
There is no future, the present is past already
Within its wake I create
Elm and ash, birch and rowan

Elm and ash, birch and rowan
Three days and fifty miles
Leave my companion unable to walk
Stumbling on
Elm and ash, birch and rowan
Two raven-headed muses
Who had, could have, should have
Been making love
When I was not there
Elm and ash, birch and rowan

Stroll another mile
To smoke and be raised
Mid elm and ash, birch and rowan
Contentment, not resentment
Not a sign of a willow weeping anywhere
Just elm and ash, birch and rowan
Indigenous beauty


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