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Blackcrook’d

By Richard Mather


When God's thick cloud closed

over the world, a state of dark

dissolution shrouded

the oasis of Junaynah.


And the Living Tree

shed its fabled fruits

and delicious flowers.


Apples, roses, yellow-petalled

lemon berries lay unbranched

and unloved on

Adanah’s floor. (Even Satan wept.)


It was six days.


Then on the seventh God cried

for the old ways, the old religion.

The thick cloud lifted. Dissolution

was withdrawn.

But the tree’s spirit

was misshapen, its sap bedevilled

by bad blood. Of body, branch,

root and leaf the tree

was blackcrook'd,

beyond redemption,

except for axe and fire.



That was my first vision.

But the holy tree of my second vision

(the tree in that other world

& guarded by the flame of the sword)

began to green bloom,

strength gathering limbs,

new life brimming sap.



 


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