26 Poems. Poem 3 The Hawthorn Tree

Here is poem no 3 of my charity challenge and with thanks and links to Dverse poets that inspired my poetry path and gave knowledge of many different forms of poetry. The prompt is open link  night but will be interesting as there is the idea to share about our lives and what we may depend on in this crisis. There is also a beautiful Mary Oliver poem on their post. Their link is below.


This is my attempt at a haibun. A Japanese form of descriptive prose ending with a haiku. My format for my challenge is 26 lines. Please don’t count! There were 26 in pages. Word press changes too much for me when writing lines! It describes my conservation dilemmas and good fortune to be outside in our woodland home where we are both well but the sadness of others loss is real and close. Stay safe, protect your health workers and protect the natural world so much depends on.








Haibun Prose  Poem In Honour of Hawthorn Trees on whose lives so much depends.

The hawthorn tree stands near our Navasola house. It is rooted within the granite rocks of a ridge along the eastern valley slopes and must be decades old, young in comparison to the century old chestnuts and olives but wild and has freely chosen its niche. I once sat beneath it, in its shade to meditate. I heard a slight fluttering and dared to leave the peace inside to look out and see a tiny mother wren and her even tinier young spaced outa along a branch. My stillness and her quietness crossed a gap. I was in her home. The hawthorn tree is a special tree for it profits many. It may defend itself with sharp thorns but for hundreds of others it protects and nourishes while it propagates itself.

Time is being spent for me between the inside and outside of this virus ridden spring. Outside I follow the wild boar paths and become like the wild bison clearing a greater space. I hope the destruction I create will make way for the more vulnerable species that need more light, or that’s my plan, like my fire plan. I clear away a lot of life in hope of more. But I always leave the young hawthorn trees that break out amid a stranglehold of bramble and undergrowth of viburnum that becomes impenetrable canopy with woven strands of sarsaparilla. Dead bramble poles still reach up surrounding their young with protective thorns. Not much can enter, not much can grow here. My desire to protect the hawthorn seems to combine some vague awareness of its fairy connections to other worlds. In fairy and folklore, I later read it is sacred and if cut down, there will be some price to pay. So much depends on a hawthorn tree. So many species.

I was scrambling up the rocky path in a tired bramble scratched frenzy and a spiky branch was in my way, in my face, on my path. I was about to chop. I stared, not recognising the blossom heavy branch, each flower packed with deep vibrant pink.

This was the first time ever I saw so close the hawthorn flower, with its anther caps on, waiting for the right time to dust the insects, blow the pollen to the wind, and then look worn out, brown and wispy thin.

Storm clouds dark spring skies

My eyes caress your burst buds

Pink lips love propose.



This link shows some close up photography of hawthorns and was the closest I got to understanding what may be happening with those sexy lipped anthers. Hawthorns are also known for herbal remedies that improve the functioning of the heart!

Hawthorn. http://www.microscopy-uk.org.uk/mag/indexmag.html?http://www.microscopy-uk.org.uk/mag/artapr08/bj-hawthorn.html

The other link is for anyone who would like to sponsor me writing 26 poems for a well known nature charity, the RSPB. All charities are struggling with loss of income now so this is a small way I am encouraging myself and others to help. I also hope my poems can inspire and inform about 26 of our species here at Navasola.


33 thoughts on “26 Poems. Poem 3 The Hawthorn Tree”

  1. Your love of nature shines thru … all bush or trees are entire networks of habit for so many little sentient beings! Lovey shot and appreciate more knowledge about the hawthorn 🙂

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  2. This is so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes. I’m glad you clear the way and make it safer for others.

    Beauty and loss can and do coexist.

    Love, light and glitter

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  3. Thank you for the beautiful poem and sharing your nature observations. It was a triple tree pollen year here in Oregon, and spring finery is spectacular in the Cascade foothills – most lush I’ve experienced. The lavender bushes and rhododendrons are so full of flowers they’re drooping, but keeping the bees intent and busy! The trees – oak and towering douglas fir especially – are thick and rich. This favorite poem came to mind after the full flower moon last week.

    To the Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley

    Art thou pale for weariness
    Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
    Wandering companionless
    Among the stars that have a different birth, —
    And ever changing, like a joyless eye
    That finds no object worth its constancy?

    Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
    That gazes on thee till in thee it pities …

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    1. Thanks for your descriptions too, sounds impressive as if Spring and Nature everywhere are showing us an abundance of beauty. I didn’t know the Shelley poem. It is exquisite and will look it. Keep well and happy and hope you will be able to safely pursue your travels in the not so distant future.


    1. Ah yes, the pollen. I began to get hay fever in my 30s and it is a blow when it is so beautiful to be outdoors but antihistamine and nose spray still control it. I tried acupuncture once but you have to start treatments in February! Couldn’t afford it! Am sorry it affects your breathing, that’s much harder. Take care.

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  4. A beautiful ramble in the brambles, and much I didn’t know about the hawthorn tree along with a view of its beautiful blooms. Good write!

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  5. I’m not sure if I’ve seen a hawthorn flower, but its thorn left me with a memorable scar on the inside of my wrist when I braced myself from slipping while hiking in the Niagara gorge. A broken branch beside a boulder found my wrist, and the needle broke off inside, piercing my tendon and requiring emergency surgery. If only there had been flowers. Then it might have been worth it. 😉
    Thank you for the hawthorn link. It’s very descriptive.

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    1. Ouch! Just as I thought I had fallen in love with the hawthorn! Sounds quite an accident. I might have to think again about the ones I have left near paths! Glad you found the micro photography link interesting. Beauty and detail!

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    1. Thanks, Mish, glad you could come with me on my ‘lockdown’ memory as so fortunate to be able to work outside. The wild boar keep well away, they hear me and probably smell me, perhaps even know where I plan to work next! I hardly ever see them just their pathways and plougingbwork.


  6. We have hawthorn in our garden, and I love the way it blooms… not yet time here in the far north… but when it comes it is usually so intense. We have just passed most of the season for the blackthorn, but in the autumn I hope to pick some sloe

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    1. Thanks, yes hawthorn in the U.K. is also called May and should come in May. Normally but think UK has had warmer early Spring than here in the south of Spain. I think it makes incredible blooms but its smell is less so! Good luck with your sloe.


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