The Ash Grove

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The Ash Grove

a springtime ash, whose leaves emerge from black
an unlocked ash, so profligate with keys
a mourning ash, its branches heaped on pyres
a lettered ash, in the alphabet of trees
a hedgerow ash, which twists among the briars
a spreading ash, in summer’s heat a bield
a sporting ash, to take the shinty field

a warlike ash, for arrows and for spears
a lightning ash, and flame that flash provides
a hanging ash, a shade of dule and tears
a timeless ash, the horse which Odin rides
a steam-bent ash, which hoops the barrel staves
a buoyant ash, a charm against the waves
a blighted ash, whose crown is dying back

I wrote this poem recently and it now forms part of an exhibition, ‘Moving Forward from Ash Dieback’, which will tour to venues across Scotland – it is currently on display at both the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh and The Botanic Gardens, Glasgow. Find out more here.

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