Silver Birch

Silver Birch

A demented, divine spider
Could not have woven
A greater or more tangled web
In such dramatic style.

Your ennobled spirit
Enshrined in metallic patina
Peeling between unrivetted plates
Weeps a little plasma of the soul.

Against the steel grey sky
You shine in subtle vanity.
Roots touch dendritic veins
Of silver buried deep.

© Martin Porter 1994

Silver Birch won third prize in the Jersey Evening Post Poetry competition in the 1990’s.

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