The Library Tree (an angry poem)

At my university (Lancaster, UK) we have a tree in the middle of our library, and it always makes me slightly angry to see it there, trapped, under the feeble artificial lights.  And so I wrote this poem in order to vent my frustration. Hope you like it.


A lone tree in a library?!

Why not an elephant in a cage of ivory!

Its stem breaches a follicle in the concrete plain and

Like an arthritic hand its feeble boughs fumble towards the false sunlight.

One day I hope,

That among the crippled empty bookshelves,

The bed of rotten leaves and the inky tributaries which course over the

Crestfallen hardbacks, spines arched, face down,

Like an Amazonian colony of tiny roofs

That the lone tree remains.

That the concrete crumbles as roots rupture

And tentacular shoots clamber hungrily over desks and chairs

And a geometric world buckles – giving way to a curvilinear splendour.


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