The Violin Forest by Katherine Towers
Katharine Towers is an award-winning poet, with two full collections published by Picador. The natural world permeates her work, its intense existence resonant in thought, word and sound. Here are poems in which yews and oak trees, foxes and owls, wisteria and roses (a few of the players) are events in themselves.
Although these lyrics are typically brief, their music could fill whole libraries.
It is too gothic, or it is too sullen.
It has no heart to speak of or toy with.
There’s the dust of the male tree
in spring, and the evergreen toxin
that will eat up our bad cells.
Reach inside its cryptic midst to find
soft furnishings of moss and fungus.
I can only extol those things
which are tragic or timeless.
There is also its blackness.