The Blue Witch
I wrote my poem in response to the #WDYS Poetry Photo Prompt #207.
THE BLUE WITCH
The
blue witch
sinewed
down
her beloved
tree
On guard
on duty
On call
They were on their way,
to chop it down
to cause it
to fall
Evil power-saws
of the unnecessary
were attacking her domain,
Her forestry.
With the grave news that spread through the wood
came dread pleas from the trees
to save the oak,
if she could.
Slipping past the quieted tawny owl
who lives in a hole
by the bug who lives in a crack
in the bark—
curving her long serpentine back
in an arc
The blue witch took the chance
to take what chances she took
by the nuthatch who lives close and snug
in a nook
Her sinuous sliding
slipping
slid
inexorable slow
down
down
below
determined
and inevitable
as a waterfall flow
She digs her nails
into the soil,
rooting her soul,
winding it round
into a coil
deep in the earth.
She would protect the tree
for all her worth.
Lesley Scoble, October 2023
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Thank you Sadje, #Whatdoyousee for your inspiration. PHOTO CREDIT Daria Nepriakhina@Unsplash
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright, (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
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