Stepped from our travelling van, we
cast a blanket on the ground
beneath the spindled sessile branch.
Submerged in ferns, we watch play
lichened, long limbed nymphs,
aloft our chosen healing tree.
And as the early sun strokes
offered oak leaf palms,
stale poisons tapped, sap from us.
See how our grim forest buckles,
and melting into wilderness
we become our greater selves.
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‘sessile’? Even without looking it up, I loved ‘spindled sessile branch.’
…belonging to a very lovely tree in the Forest of Dean.