Sycamore

Tony Grannell

I shall arise yonder beyond the pale
in the shade of the wild sycamore tree.
I’ll share the breeze with the mountain sylph
in high panacean majesty.

The roistering wines of the debonair
howl nothing but the tongues of waste.
The barren marrow of hollow boasts
to sobriety, to self-abase.

Cantering hither to the vernal morns
the wanton chords of harmony.
Fair choristers, maids to masters rush
to the shade of the wild sycamore tree.

His chortles ever toll the bell,
with dust it lingers till the dead of day.
Through the louvred roofs on ancient towers,
in matinal smoke it succumbs to May.

The porous skin of ancient thought,
filters nought but selfish gain.
The culprits sought the shade to be
where shadows veil the darkest stain.

When frost to perfect dew abounds
and thaws anew on the morn of day.
The cold refrain of winter’s chant
will flee on ice in the month of May.

No sake in bespeaks of bygone throes,
on the beaten shards you cursed with me.
Though slaughtered I served the only rose
in the shade of the wild sycamore tree.

To the charnel house, to ushered seats;
the naked bones of the flightless flock.
The winged fossils of scavengers,
embedded in that time of rock.

I shall arise yonder beyond the pale
and allow the merry minstrels be.
In verse they hail the feathered flights
to the shade of the wild sycamore tree.

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  • arqios

    Sycamore's repeated refuge β€œin the shade of the wild sycamore tree” feels like a heartbeat, inviting us to shelter beneath its limbs. The sycamore itself becomes a living emblem of wisdom, endurance, and quiet sanctuary, its branches cradle both sylphs and mournful choristers alike. By unearthing its layers, the poem becomes more than a lyrical refuge; it transforms into a mirror reflecting our own cycles of exile, introspection, and return. Beaute!πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

    • Tony Grannell

      Hello, arqios,

      I wrote this poem a long time ago, when revisited, I actually forgot what I was trying to present, that is, until I read your review and it all came back to me. I am very delighted with your words, how you have opened up this poem again. Thank you ever so much.

      Fond regards,

      Tony.

      • arqios

        Now there is one such interaction that brings about the essence of poetry. Thanks for sharing this journey and allowing some participation in it. What an excellent joy! Deepest esteem, Rik.

      • sorenbarrett

        Majestically haunting in a wild but yet settled manner the rhyme and meter are entrancing and take the reader to another world. Set somewhere between then and now it is ghostly in its presentation showing a fleeting temporal state against enduring lack of change and permeance in that sycamore tree. The rhyme itself is intoxicating with several internal rhymes deluding the reader to feel that there was an end rhyme where there was not. A poetic magic trick. The repeated return to the sycamore tree highlighted its central role in this poem as is stated in the title. Brilliant! The ephemeral role of the soul against the unchanging. Much deeper I could dig but I dare not. A definite fave Tony

        • Tony Grannell

          Hello, Soren,

          I think you dug deep enough in bringing out the essence of this poem. As I was telling, arqios, it was written so long age that I forgot where I was going with it. So, your response has brought me back into the fold of this poem and what a beautiful response it is. I am most grateful, truly.

          Wishing you all the very best,

          Tony.

          • sorenbarrett

            I look forward to you poems more than many of the classics. They are earthy, identifiable and set in great meter and rhyme. Keep writing my friend and have a wonderful day.

          • Poetic Licence

            A beautiful read to sit and relax to, enjoyed the read

            • Tony Grannell

              Hello, Tobani,

              I am delighted you drifted along with this poem. Kind of you indeed and it is very much appreciated.

              Fond regards,

              Tony.

              • Poetic Licence

                You are very welcome

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Wow. An instant fave! What a richly woven and haunting piece, Tony. The refrain grounds it beautifully, and the imagery carries a mythic weight...part elegy, part revelation. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

                • Tony Grannell

                  Hello, Tristan,

                  Your words, 'excellent job' gladdens this old bard's heart and I do thank you for that.

                  Fond regards,

                  Tony.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    You are most welcome. I am glad they resonated with you, for it is the truth! Have as excellent of a day as this poem is...or even more excellent if at all possible! 😊

                  • Bella Shepard

                    The Wild Sycamore, nature's gift, which draws all to it. An enchanting story told beautifully. Excellent in every way!

                    • Tony Grannell

                      Hello, Bella,

                      Yes, it is a beautiful tree, especially so, when in full summer's regalia. Your words are very much appreciated.

                      Do take care now,

                      Tony.



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