Another poem from Pascale Petit’s new collection,
The Treekeeper’s Tale (Seren, 2008).
I find myself staring at the spaces between
fronds, where pure blue plumes appear,
the air painting itself on my eye.
And I see how the trunk doesn’t end
where a person can climb, but continues
to the redwood’s true crown, sky-feathers
piercing the stratosphere, blue forest
on blue, some white with lace frills
of finest cirrus, before the wide canopy
of night, its invisible leaves
suddenly alert with stars – how they are
glimpses of the tree of light.
Listen to Pascale reading “Chandelier-Tree” here.