Remembering Deborah Faeyrglenn
i found a piece of bark
discarded by the tree last summer
picked it up & marvelled
at its subtlety of colours
& rhythms of their shapes
like a tawny frogmouth
hidden in the branches
& i wondered if the tree sensed my appreciation
was it a special gift to me?
i give you this piece of bark
you can make my moment your own
take it into your hereafter
& maybe the hereafter
of that frogmouth I imagined,
sitting mute & motionless
as if it were a limb—
you will make a wondrous work of art
we must keep these special moments
slipped like bark from our days—
turn back our metronomes
blinking like the frogmouth
at the instant they were shed
dislodging from the trunk
suspending for a second
drifting to the earth
& share those memories with our friends—
we’ll create an arbour with our art
© Hazel Hall, 2023/2025
