The Treekeeper's Tale
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Pascale Petit
Pascale Petit was born in Paris, grew up in France and Wales and lives in Cornwall. She is of French/Welsh/Indian heritage. Her eighth collection, Tiger Girl (2020), won an RSL Literature Matters Award while in progress, and she won the 2020 Keats-Shelley Poetry Prize with a poem from the book, 'Indian Paradise Flycatcher'. Tiger Girl is on the shortlist for the 2020 Forward Prize for Best Collection. Her previous collection, Mama Amazonica (Bloodaxe Books, 2017), won the RSL Ondaatje Prize 2018, was a Poetry Book Society Choice, was shortlisted for the Roehampton Poetry Prize 2018 and longlisted for the inaugural Laurel Prize. She has published six previous poetry collections, four of which have been shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize, most recently, her sixth collection, Fauverie (Seren, 2014). A portfolio of poems from that book won the 2013 Manchester Poetry Prize. In 2018 she was appointed as Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. She received a Cholmondeley Award from the Society of Authors in 2015, and was the chair of the judges for the 2015 T.S. Eliot Prize. Her books have been translated into Spanish, Chinese, Serbian and French. She is widely travelled in the Peruvian and Venezuelan Amazon, China, Kazakhstan, Nepal, Mexico and India. Her fifth collection, What the Water Gave Me: Poems after Frida Kahlo, published by Seren in 2010 (UK) and Black Lawrence Press in 2011 (US), was shortlisted for both the T.S. Eliot Prize and Wales Book of the Year. Two of her previous books, The Zoo Father and The Huntress, were also shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize.
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The Treekeeper's Tale - Pascale Petit
Acknowledgements
The Treekeeper’s Tale
The Treekeeper’s Tale
I have set up house in the hollow trunk of a giant redwood.
My bed is a mat of pine needles. Cones drop their spirals
on my face as I sleep. I have the usual flying dreams.
But all I know when I wake is that this bark is my vessel
as I hurtle through space. Once, I was rocked in a cradle
carved from a coast redwood, its lullabies were my coracle.
I searched for that singing grove and became its guardian.
There are days when the wind plays each tree
like a new instrument in the forest-orchestra.
On wild nights mine is a flute. After years of solitude
I have started to hear its song. I lie staring at the stars
until the growth rings enclose me in hoops -
choirs of concentric colours, as if my tree is remembering
the music of the spheres. And I almost remember speaking
my first word, how it flew out of my mouth like a dove.
I have forgotten how another of my kind sounds.
Chandelier-Tree
I find myself staring at the spaces between
fronds, where pure blue plumes appear,
the air painting itself on my eye.
And I see how the trunk doesn’t end
where a person can climb, but continues
to the redwood’s true crown, sky-feathers
piercing the stratosphere, blue forest
on blue, some white with lace frills
of finest cirrus, before the wide canopy
of night, its invisible leaves
suddenly alert with stars — how they are
glimpses of the tree of light.
Exiled Elm
My comet-roots trail earth through the dark,
my trunk swarms with homeless insects
and from my starry crown seeds
scatter, searching for new worlds.
Creation of the Birds
after the painting by Remedios Varo
I paint birds from starlight.
The harder my art, the stronger their wings -
solar or lunar feathered, iris-barbed.
The ultrasonic syrinx,
drawn from my violin-brush,
starts to hum when I’m lonely.
I release them while still wet, their songs
liquid and light, not meant for base ears.
Even the nests they weave in our old forests
are harmonies — temporary mouths for our trees.
Restless, they embark on great migrations,
beat against the glass of earth’s cage.
A Dawn Trail
Each day we come earlier, searching for that hush
no freeway hum will shatter,
when the morning wind blows all sound
into the next creek
and even our footsteps are muffled
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