Set this ash tree on fire and let it burn to the ground, the flames hypnotic like a tribal dance.
The false hope and promises which turn out to be a myth- no healing or cure of an ailing child will happen if you pass through its cleft.
The Past, Present and Future are as twisted as the Juniper Tree, the inhabitants of this place the same.
They snake through your soul exposing your vulnerabilities for their own gain.
The mighty juniper was said to have protected the prophet Elijah from persecution, yet there’s no protection here.
So I stand, like a phoenix from the flame on the ashes of hope and the cracked dolls with their glazed eyes – a symbol of a broken community.
Lorraine A Life Less Ordinary 