Yew – BART Station Bard

Posted on January 12, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from BART Station Bard:

Ancient yews growing wild

Ents at Kingley Vale

 

Yew.
Deep peace of the Grove.
Silence in the back of my head.
Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby.
When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed,
Rome had its way at last.

Or did it?
The Yews still stand in churchyards.
Ancient, filled with silence.
The deep peace of the grave is not so different
Once grief has fled.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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12 Responses to Yew – BART Station Bard

  1. Peter Wells aka Countingducks's avatar Peter Wells aka Countingducks says:
    January 12, 2018 at 13:00

    I find old trees like these simply awe-inspiring!

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  2. S.W. Biddulph's avatar S.W. Biddulph says:
    January 12, 2018 at 13:03

    An absolutely beautiful poem!

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  4. mrmilitantnegro's avatar The Militant Negro says:
    January 12, 2018 at 15:33

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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