YEW

 

 

Yew Tree, Llanfihangel Geneu’r Glyn

Bringing darkness from the Deep into the World, this Yew above ground reaches for the sky, silhouetting tangible darkness against the light, its green needles black against the blue : Not-World reaching into World, Not Yew becoming Yew.  Ancestral presence alive in the World.  Sticky red aril taken by birds, sweetening their Otherworld song, surrounding seeds carrying their poison through on the way to ground, rooting where the dead lie still, quick as they rise in the sap of Yew. 

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For another expression of this insight see the poem on Cronicl Yr Awen
 HERE

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