A TREE AT PENTRE IFAN
Massive stones stand
en pointe as my spine
curves. I play in this
my body, shaped by thousands
of seasons of violent winds,
the stones and I, we perfect
our poses, performing for
the raucous applause of
a Pembroke sky,
stood in a frozen dance for
millennia, different types of
mysteries—my trunk slanted, and
you: a remain-less burial ground.
And though the sky tends to valleys
questioning our invisible histories,
no one had to see the wind to trust
that a tree can grow sideways from the earth.
Danielle Gennaro is a poet from Purchase, New York. She holds an MFA from Manhattanville College, and she has taken workshops with Brooklyn Poets and the Dylan Thomas International Summer School at the University of Wales. She has previously been published in Oberon Poetry Magazine and Wizards in Space Literary Magazine, Volumes 2 and 3.