Salix caprea at Murton Park York 4th April 2010
We called it pussy willow
Considered in our hamlet
unlucky to cut , incarcerate indoors
before Palm Sunday
We laid the branches
in the path of the donkey
bearing the triumphant man-child
grinning to his Passion
through the village street.
Hosanna.
On the riverbank a she-cat yowls
for her doomed kittens
destined to drown
in the swollen brook.
Salix weeps
droops its whips into the stream
life-lines for dying innocents
their spirits reborn in furry
earthly forms clinging.
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