The UNDERWOOD. Page 9. Chapter 3

The UNDERWOOD.  Page 9. Chapter 3

The story continues.    “The Journey to the Summit"


‘The Astrology Orchard’


A forest falls upon my gaze, ethereal voices break the haze

obscured by ancient mists of time like an all-immersive pantomime

Lines of trees standing tall and straight block our passage with no gate.


“Halt who goes there”

A commanding voice bellowed out

“err, just a wandering stranger”

Back I shout.

“We don’t like strangers in these parts, now turn at once be gone... depart!”

“But I have heard tails of an ancient orchard, It’s this I’m seeking”

I reply, not being awkward.


          “I don’t care what it is you seek,

I am a sent-tree, what I speak,

          Is the law around these parts you’ll find.

Now begone... afore I change my mind”


That sent-trees not a very friendly chap.

I was thinking... when all of a sudden I saw a gap


          “Right, I warned you once to turn back”

Then with his twig, sent-tree gave a twack.


“Ouch! what did you do that for?”

“Now clear orf, whippersnapper or I’ll twack you more”

“But I can clearly see a gap.

Please let me pass now, there’s a good chap”


“Don’t be daft, you can’t see that”

Said sent-tree firmly rooted in his habitat  


          “Well, I clearly can, there, next to your trunk,

          that dear tree, you can’t debunk”

I exclaimed, with incredulous gasp,

and with that, we dashed incredibly fast

though a gap which morphed into a wide opening portal

Leading us to ethereal realms... eternally debarred from mere mortals


Inductees equal find cohesion, ourselves conjoined within the orchard

Which up until then elusively and continuously thwarted

With the line of Sent-trees gone from view

We found ourselves in pastures new


A planted with a vast array of tress

This was the orchard that so appeased

many said this place was just a myth

‘The Astrology Orchard’s nectar, ‘pith’


‘Pith’:  The choicest most essential, vital part of some idea or experience...

that only this orchard could impart    The holiest of holy orchards we sought, Now we, at last, had found its source. Standing under Underwood's canopy, entranced, and spell-bound by empirical knowledge.

Our sojourn had taken us down many a path

Terrains jiggered with rocks and crags, impossible to pass

and yet...

We had persevered trusting naught but intuition

moving us onwards thought the dark dank groves and forest

whose branches looked like skeletons with arms outstretched to grab unsuspecting passersby.

Down into valleys, lush and green and flooded plains with blood obscene that drowned the souls of death departed who ascended or descended to whence they parted.

Seen kings and queens and armies grand who fought for peace upon their land, and marauders intent on havoc and mayhem saw good suppressed and darkness take them.

Had comrades lost entwined in trunks and other strangeness we can’t debunk.

Been elated, ecstatic, euphoric, drunk.

Smelled sweet as a rose and as putrid as a skunk.

From the Alpha to Omega and all points in-between

Squished through tiny gaps that can hardly be seen.

Been unable to pass through an infinite wide doorway that led to places far away.  Grand distances hitherto closer than our breath.


Throughout all the wonders in this strange landscape, imprisoned without bars and no escape. Venturing onwards up steep inclines to dizzy heights yet been so blind, even once perched upon its summit our soaring hearts dismissed, and watched our plummet.


Depths of despair ensued with a grip of steel so vice-like, clasped around our collective fabric, feel so dejected, all were ejected. Spat out into a fiery fate, consumed by flames and thoughts of hate.

Like the phoenix with its wings outstretched soared through dankest clouds of disrespect.  Diving, plummeting downwards like a pebble then soaring higher than the Pantheon’s highest of thrones.  

We watched the swelling Orb lifting from the entrails of the netherworld.  ‘Rar’ the Solar Deities lustre, illuming brightly, its simplicity and veracities to tell.

Fore Yea! I tell ye all to harken... All our answers are to be found, some quite simple, some profound.


No journey needed, nor must we take, to gain this wisdom deemed that us forsake.

The Astrology Orchard’s fruit of human kindness are delectable, plump, ripe for picking and to use that phrase ‘finger-licking’

Mouth-watering, nectar, sustenance of the Immortals

Reveal your course, unroll your journey, fate now grants you power of attorney. To become an advocate of deeper insight, and unending ancient wisdoms to partake

The long lost hidden trail of poets, mystics and of mesmerism immersive.

The parallax dichotomy combined, unified now as one in mind.




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Hamzah Aslam

Sat 8th Feb 2020 17:34


Never do you fail to amaze me. Greatly written

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Don Matthews

Tue 28th Jan 2020 22:31

Careful what Temple you build. One I recall had weak cracks in the foundation and ended up crumbling to a pile of rubble. Was never rebuilt. It is rumoured the Builder never returned.

You have to build Temples on firm foundations Eth.........

We all know that luv......

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Don Matthews

Tue 28th Jan 2020 22:16

I am a little oak tree playing
Tootsies with my mate
Rooting with our rootlets
Babies to create

I didn't know baby trees popped up like this Eth?.....

Nature is wonderful luv....... we learn something each day......


(Po - tails should be tales.? Unless orchards really do have things trailing behind them now)

Nature can be wonderful Po as my Eth says.......

Yes Po, is this something new our brother and sister trees are doing unawares?.......

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Tue 28th Jan 2020 20:51

Found it...
."Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit”


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up
And tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice, I think she will know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head

Don't you just wish you could write stuff like this?

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Tue 28th Jan 2020 20:48

Hi John Thank you so much for your comment.

I am so busy at the moment I don't seem to have time to breath.

I have been told that breathing is very important.

..."Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit”... I am off down the rabbit hole


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John Coopey

Fri 24th Jan 2020 18:44

Wot you bin smokin’, Po? Quite a departure from your usual stuff.
Although the differences are obvious I couldn’t help thinking of Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” as I read this.
I really enjoyed this.

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Thu 23rd Jan 2020 16:36

Hi Ruth

You might like to read from page 1

It will make more sense, This is a kind of reflection, a glance back at the sojourn so far.

This is the start of a new day where we all are about to begin our journey to the foot of the mountain, After a good nights sleep.

The mountain reaches towards the clouds in front of us.

The path to the summit will lead us to an ancient Temple approximately half way to the top of the mountain.

Here we will encounter.... we'll that would be a spoiler!

Join the journey from the start and we will all wait for you to catch up.


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Ruth O'Reilly

Thu 23rd Jan 2020 11:12

Really enjoyed this otherworldly tale Po. I just love trees, I'm always drawn to their presence and wisdom. This is a great idea you've got here of serialised poetry.


Thu 23rd Jan 2020 01:21

Truly magical. Astrology is your 2020 poetic babe theme.....I can feel it in your write. As always real treat for the eyes n mind. Enjoyed the new found land and wisdom that triggered the risk of onward move. Loved it to bits n pieces. Lost in the charms of the Underwood words.

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Wed 22nd Jan 2020 21:21

I talk to the trees and they put me away
The trees talk to me and they put the trees away

They are truly amazing
A true BORG collective hive mind.

And trees can actually walk!

Granted not far but far enough to make a difference to them!

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Wed 22nd Jan 2020 21:13

Different this. I like trees especially as I now know they communication via their roots to each other - amazing example of intelligent life. Absolutely wonderful things. 😗

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Wed 22nd Jan 2020 20:38

Page 10 is yet to be turned
only then will our fate be learned.

Neither up nor down a Temple will be found.

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