Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Ebony of the Sea Trees

There is a melancholy place
on this lovely land,
where Ebony
cries, and
it's no man's land.
Sometimes, and
only some and not to alarm,
Ebony is known
to wail from
the trees by
the sea.
Some can hear her,
some cannot, it
depends on the
ear itself - to
listen at first may
sadden, at first.
It may tempt a soul
to run away - not listen,
but the art is to
listen and gain
wisdom, as
she mourns
for the loss
of those who cannot.
From her wild place
she sends the souls
of lost sailors, abandoned women,
and all, those forgotten
by others,
by her chants and moans
to the world they
long to be.
Ebony of
the Cypress Trees.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

4 Comments:

At 9:16 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

This is hauntingly beautiful, and I am coming to expect nothing less from you.

 
At 12:13 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I thank you and am looking forward very much to hearing your impressions and thoughts as you wisely wander among the mysteries of the land you would know so well...Imogen Crest, Hermit.

 
At 4:47 AM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

This has sent shivers through my being Monika. I am Ebony Wilder on the Abbey blogger and I sheltered and hid behind cypress trees when threatened with sexual attack. So your words were full of special meaning.

 
At 5:25 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Then it shall be a place people can go for healing...from this moment now that is how it shall be known, to heal those old wounds...these trees have a great holy significance from what I have read....Imogen Crest, Hermit.

 

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