Tag: Yew Tree

you presided eight hundred winters with your gnarled stick your knees pressed to the earth owls nestled on the altar of your tufted hair old woman old bent woman you no longer creak in your bones and the Ancient Yew Group mourns your bitter end… Rae Howells is a journalist and poet from Swansea. She […]
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