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I went to my mother for comfort

When I was too young to know better.

Later I turned to dope, speed, acid. 

As comfort goes that was good for a while.

Much later I drowned myself in the comfort of alcohol.

Or perhaps it was anaesthesia. I don't recall.

Today, I leave my daughter's house

Driving down country lanes 

My feathers ruffled.

Indignations sparking like a light bulb

With a faulty lead.

I long for the forest.

Let me walk deep into the woods

Rest my back against an ancient oak

Feel the life thrumming through it

Hear it call me by my true name

Let me bathe in the stillness

And savour the silence between

The blackbird and the thrush

Let the sunlight come

Dream weaving through the leaves

And the forest breathe between

Earth and sky

Let me lie among the boughs

And take comfort from the ancient healing

Of the trees.


◄ In the Garden Again

One of those weird unexpected moments ►


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Graham Sherwood

Mon 25th Jun 2018 20:05

With a name like Sherwood, what would you expect me to say?

Delightful tree-huggery

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 25th Jun 2018 19:26

Thank you Ray and Stu. It means so much to get comments from all you lovely people who focus on the positive while giving a glimpse into your own journeys.

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Sun 24th Jun 2018 21:06

This makes complete sense - trees are survivors and keep on giving oxygen and example to us. I sat beneath a giant oak once when I was confused, to make a life changing decision about my future partner. I trusted that decision.

Great lines in here Hazel.


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Stu Buck

Sat 23rd Jun 2018 18:20

pretty bloody wonderful hazel. cant really add much more than has already been said but its more than deserving of its accolades.

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 22nd Jun 2018 20:26

Thanks for all the kind words. Visiting the woods seems to have become my addiction.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 22nd Jun 2018 19:23

Splendid, just splendid. Your ideas and your words, ie. YOU - are such a rich asset to this site.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 22nd Jun 2018 16:01

The first few lines are so sad... Glad you found some comfort there - I too love trees.

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Tom Doolan

Fri 22nd Jun 2018 11:50

A very evocative, emotive & earthly piece of work. T :)

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Fri 22nd Jun 2018 09:33

hugs all round with this one Hazel.

clever rhyme / juxtaposing of 'comfort of alcohol' and 'I don't recall'. Like that lots. Col.

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Martin Elder

Fri 22nd Jun 2018 08:47

I am with you there Hazel. I so love trees. They are a real joy in so many ways as is this poem

I love the lines

Indignations sparking like a light bulb
With a faulty lead.

Absolutely wonderful. Thanks for posting

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Hannah Collins

Thu 21st Jun 2018 21:44

How beautiful.
Starts with despair and then slowly dissolves into poetic hopes and dreams containing beautiful images and language.


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keith jeffries

Thu 21st Jun 2018 21:28

From all the trials and tribulations of life there exists within us a need to retreat to nature. I love the line ¨Hear it call me by my true name ¨. A poem which you declare yourself so very concisely. I enjoyed it enormously
Thank you

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