We took the quieter path through the trees. It runs alongside an old canal, a memorial in itself to local people who carved it out of the steep hillside. We walked the old towpath – single person narrow – above the river and beside the canal itself, empty of water, but full of nettles, red campion, dog’s mercury. We stopped to read the names carved into the bark of a beech tree – Layla 7 years old Jack 4 years old. We wondered who they were; worked out they might be in their thirties now, with children of their own. We wondered who had carved this green memorial, and why. The beech tree kept its secret, even though the leaves were whispering all around us.
trees are green guardsmen
river water slow and silent
time blurs all our names.
I went on a poetry walking workshop on Sunday, with Chris from Poetry Pin. We walked, wrote poems, and pinned them to a virtual map, so that future poetry lovers can read them in the place they were written. Along the way we found a beech tree with these names carved into the bark. We wrote a poem there, so if you’re ever on the Tarka Trail, you can read it and connect with us on a wet Sunday in May.
This haibun commemorates that walk. It’s a memorial of a memorial, maybe. It’s written for Frank, who is hosting haibun night at dVerse tonight. It’s Veterans’ Day in the States, and we are asked to write about memorials.
I love the evocative imagery you use to convey the experience. I feel as though I’m walking the path with you! 🙂
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Thank you.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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What a wonderful idea to walk such a walk… maybe it can be expanded to Stockholm with poems pinned to parts that we walk.
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Have a look at his site. It’s such a great idea.
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Lovely! The green guardsmen – fitting for the names left behind. A poetry walk – and names carved into trees.
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I have been very impressed with the creative memorial poems encountered out here on the trail. I have carved my name on several guardsmen in the deep Washington state forests.
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Oh, you have big forests over there! Funnily enough we talked about the trees looking like guards at the time, and then it fitted the prompt so well I had to use it. Synchronicity.
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What a wonderful experience that must have been Sarah. Thank you for recounting it!
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Such an interesting piece! I love this line: The beech tree kept its secret, even though the leaves were whispering all around us.
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Thank you. It was a moment when we were really alert to the world around us.
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What a wonderful way to write, Sarah – and to leave a trail of poems for others to find – and a clever focus for your haibun: a ‘memorial to a memorial’. I walked with you among the nettles, red campion and dog’s mercury, and wondered about the carved names. I love that the ‘beech tree kept its secret, even though the leaves were whispering all around us’.
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It was fabulous. It’s a whole project, so we got to read other people’s poems that had been written and pinned before. Such a great idea!
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I like the idea of green guardsmen. Silent and unflinching.
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This is so lovely Sarah, and what a great idea.
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Sarah I love the idea of it and love that you were able to experience it and leave a bit of you behind on the trail for others to get joy from.
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And now all of us will wonder at the story of Layla an Jack, whose memory is carved in a shady glade. How special!
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I love the idea of a poetry walk, Sarah…and how the canal is a kind of memorial.
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