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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Love is Simple and Quite Ordinary: Poem Reprise- Magical Wood


Magical Wood

These trees are talkers-
Oaks and gnarled pines are
dappled shades wearing sleeveless
garments of emerald and orange

Rackham knew, when
branches reach from bough
to bower, men may emerge,
or women- appearing in faith
to husband each other-

Bark may alter,
leaves may fall, limbs
may sever- But the
reach remains

© 2010 Annie King


In its purest form, love is innocent, simple, and quite ordinary. It is love between parent and child, brother and sister, friend to friend. It is affectionate and caring. Offered as such, it just is.

Image Credit: Arthur Rackham from Little Brother and Little Sister

Note: This poem first appeared at my blog here.


  1. Lovely, Annie. I missed that one last time.

  2. Beautiful. I love the last stanza.

  3. Hi, Annie. I remember the poem from last time--and the discussion about the word "husband," which works well. It is a beautiful poem. I went back to see if maybe you had changed anything, but I love it as it is.

    I also like how you describe love in your notes. It is ordinary and everyday, but so, so deep. The last line of this poem portrays that love, that reach that alters and deepens with the seasons but never ends.

  4. Hi Julie,

    Thank you, and thank you, again, Brigindo, about the last stanza. I find it to be true; that if you care about a person, that feeling doesn't end.

    I think the word "love" is often misunderstood, as if it must have a romantic connotation. It is love, we feel, between friends; toward children and animals, toward family, toward the earth, toward everyone. And yet, it is not something given lightly.

  5. oh, i really like "the reach".

    hey, have you been following the festival of trees? it's a carnival of blogs featuring tree poetry. if you are interested in having this poem in it, let me know and i can send you more info (unless you already have it ...?)

  6. Hi Sherry,
    Thanks. Yes, I'd like to have the information.

  7. The last stanza sings,

    "Bark may alter,
    leaves may fall, limbs
    may sever- But the
    reach remains" -- and so fitting with the art.

  8. Hi Terresa,
    Thank you. I wrote the poem independent of the image, after taking a series of walks in a favorite part of the woods near my home, where large gnarled oak trees reach across the wide path to form a canopy. Without thinking about it, I think Rackham's trees are always in my mind when I am there- they come to life. When a friend suggested the poem could be illustrated with a favorite Rackham image, this one, one of my favorite Rackham images, was the obvious choice, and subliminally, was definitely already there, so I added the image to the original post.

  9. Was browsing the net and stumbled upon your site. A really powerful thought-provoking poem - i like it.

  10. 'the reach remins'

    this stays with me so beautifully.

  11. Hi Maggie,
    Thank you. Since everyone likes this line, it's made me realize, I like it, too, because it does what it says.