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Ickworth Oaks


Those ancient tumbled oaks

With intermittent decay

the ridged thick bark

clings to the base

of striped ochre-gold.


Silver-grey

serpentine arms,

outstretched lightning forks

reaching

to the tufted earth.


Beetle channels

deeply grooved beneath

marks of a veteran

striped bark,

worn, crumbled and flaked.


Amorphous hues,

a forgotten

silhouette of darkness

revealed

in Winter’s sun.


Cameron
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