Over the years, I had grown from a tiny shrub into a tall bay tree, glossy and proud. I was home to various families of small birds, which fed on my berries, kept me company and amused me with their chattering and flittering in and out of my branches. Then came axe and saw, and […]
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Bay Tree Blues (or Greens)
Your branches no longer rub against the gutter, there is no friendly creak in boisterous winds; your limbs were amputated, disintegrated in the garden shredder. You still stand strong, birds sing among shiny winter green leaves, while you breathe out your noble pepper aroma. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Bay Leaf Shadows
Our bay tree had to be trimmed back. It’s a sad fact. When we first moved in, almost seventeen years ago, it was a neat little tree, reaching just above my head. I loved it. I still do. But it evolved into a giant that was wrecking the gutter, the roof, the paving stones that […]
Better luck next time
This is the story that was long-listed but didn’t win a prize. The Bay Tree When they moved in, the bay tree reached the top of the living-room window. Its leaves were dark and glossy, and it released a pungent aroma, reminiscent of Mediterranean holidays. Sam and Helen loved the way it arched over the […]
White Rabbits!
It’s 1st September and, I suppose, the first day of autumn. There are apples in the grass below our apple trees and the bay tree isn’t bowing under the weight of raindrops. This week I must continue with The Haunted Tide. I will write a haiku or other poem as a warm-up exercise each morning […]
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