Poems by Poppy Postance

Tree

Poppy Postance

Published on
page 42 of Tarot #6
(June 2023)

The tree in your garden is a big one
I pass it every day.
Even branches, full and very tall.
Right now it’s pregnant
with a portal into another world
red leaves so thick and dark
so fluorescent you’d think they were synthetic.
Soon to be brown and crisp, on the ground
then in it.
A last hurrah before departing to become
something else.

Winter Morning

Poppy Postance

Published on
page 43 of Tarot #6
(June 2023)

I was on the train that day
snow on the roof of a yellow house
a garden bush, gone in an instant
gently whirring to its destination.
Not sadness, nor joy, I got the call
he was gone. Slipped away from
gurgling pain
into the great mystery
I don’t think it’s a bad place.