Naturally there was been a large element of fairy tales in this month’s reading! And we’ve taken a look at plants and trees in literature, folklore, poetry and nursery rhymes already. So here I’m going to look a little more closely at a few less well known poems.
This might be the poem I’d have tried to write this month if it hadn’t already been written. Of course, I ‘m not saying I could have pulled it off as well as Laura does – this poem was Commended in the resurgence prize 2017 awards.
“a long time ago
one of them
caught the heel of a girl”
Such a relatable opening, a moment we get drawn in by, we’ve all been there, our shoes caught by a tree branch or root. But oh, how the tale continues, weaving us into the girl as the girl is woven into the tree. The delightful, childlike, opening stanza becomes ominous in its repetition at the close. A warning, a cry for help, a lesson to be learnt. Be careful when you enter the forests, for you never come out the same.
Aside: When I did a search to refind the link to the poem, I came up with an article called Not All Trees Are Meant to Bear Fruit: Laura Scott on Living Childless by Choice. I have no idea if it’s the same Laura Scott but it could be another lens through which to read the poem.
Don Paterson, Two Trees
Two Trees has a different structure to What the Trees Do and at first this makes the poem feel upbeat and positive and indeed, Don Miguel achieves the challenging task of entwining two trees. Trees, which like lovers in old age, become tangled up and inseparable. The poem could easily have ended there. Miguel, master of a magic tree, infamous in the village.
But in steps an unnamed name. And I think it’s important he is nameless. We feel like we know Miguel, we have a sense of him and obviously his name. The lack of name emphasises a sense of distance between us, the reader, and this man and his actions. As the nameless man hacks away at the tree, separating what had grown so close, and on a whim, we mourn for the tree. In the tree, we see a malicious man destroying strong relationships for no particular reason.
But the trees survive, against the odds, resilient, like we are. They have weathered their particular storm and they live on.
The nameless man, who has no dreams, is clearly very different to Miguel who gets out of bed one morning with the idea. Miguel is portrayed as a dreamer, but one with practical skills and perseverance. The nameless man feels brutal and cruel. He has no reason behind his actions and whilst the trees do not die, that may not have been the case. One man is creator, the other destroyer.
I like the irony of the last two stanzas. This poem is about trees, and it could well be all it’s about. It could easily be an anecdote being shared but I doubt that many of us read it that way.
I love this poem. I’ve not really got a lot to say but I really enjoyed the way I felt when I read it. It was like I was sinking into the forest, grounding myself, connecting with the moment and getting lost amongst the trees. Whilst this echoes the subject matter, I think the careful choice of words and rhythm guided my transition from reader to tree.
She has another, seasonally relevant, poem called Naming the Autumn (at the bottom of the page, beneath an interesting sort of bio written by Rimmer), I also really like Slow Plant Crossing (a little way down the page).