7. Epilogue: The Seed Beyond Memory
In the hush that follows the final felling,
a single green shoot splits the loam—
a quiet revolt against iron and debt.
Here, ancient roots unravel their sorrow,
whispering of birdsong trapped in sapwood,
and of seasons that cycle beyond our leases.
Madame Ranevskaya’s laughter drifts
like pollen on a midsummer breeze,
softening the earth’s hardened ledger;
Lopakhin’s hammer, once a verdict,
now strikes rhythm upon fresh bark,
beat of possibility in every ring.
Trofimov’s raven call cleaves the dawn,
an invocation of futures unbound,
while Varya and Anya kneel in the furrow—
two sisters sowing hope into furled petals,
each grain a promise traced by tender hands.
And Firs, bent but unbroken, murmurs
of patience older than any human vow,
his breath the wind that carries seed to sky.
The orchard stands not as tombstone
but as altar to what endures:
memory made fertile by loss,
love grafted on the wounds of time,
and in that silent glade of rebirth,
we learn at last to plant our losses,
to worship the green that rises
from every shattered crown.
Here, beneath Elysian light,
we bow to the seed—
and to the song it whispers:
begin again.
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So, there.
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- Published: July 30th, 2025 00:45
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๐ฑ โThe Seed Beyond Memoryโ closes the Cherry Orchard Suite with a quiet promise of rebirth beneath loss. In its soft echoโroots unraveling, laughter on the breeze, seeds stirringโwhat endures beyond the felling?
What moments stayed with you, and what new hope did you find in this epilogue? Share your thoughts below. ๐ธ
Hmm, looks like I may have some reading to do iffen this is the ending of a drama I accidentally never noticed. Very lovely with curious invocations, exquisite imagery, a haunting, hopeful poignancy, and rendered so romantically. Thank you very much for sharing.
That also happens to me when I go reading ๐ superb stuff ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
Renaissance rules the roost .. or at least the principal does .. in my book .. Let there always be another my friend .. always .. Neville
Deeply appreciated, mate๐๏ธ๐๐ป
Thanks for the Fave๐คฉ @CM
Hope in rebirth whether seed or mankind matters not. A lovely work I love the work of Russians and that area. It is often dark and tragic but often blooms with hope. Nicely done Cryptic
Thanks Soren. That type of culture has been subverted in the last century. But thatโs a whole other story. ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
You are most welcome my friend
A lovely conclusion, ending on a positive note, that there is hope and all can be reborn, enjoyable read
Thanks dear friend ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
You are very welcome
Splendid, arqios. A fine poem.
Thanks Jerry, means so much๐๐ป๐
Excellent write
Thanks Tony๐๏ธ๐๐ป
You're welcome
The resiliance of the human spirit in this poem gives hope to all. We have all that we need to begin again, we have each other. Beautifully told!
Many thanks Bella, to begin again is a beautiful thing that our human spirit gifts each other, yes ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
Tremendous.
Thanks, Thomas. Good to see you around ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
Oooh, I don't know them guys and gals in this poem - You wouldn't, says Fido to me. lol.
Youโve probably watched a live version at some point. Perhaps Fido shall refresh that memory ๐คฉ
fantastic - enjoyed reading it..hope the rebirth occurs all around
Me too! Thanks so much Safina๐๏ธ๐๐ป
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