Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. His first collection of poetry is The Minerout (2018) by Futurecycle. In 2020, his second collection, called Shadows of Tryfan is released. He is currently on an MFA at Manchester Met. His biggest poetry fans are his two dogs, Jasper & Lana.
Graveyard Tree
Her arm struggles to pick
up the kettle. Shaking as
a branch in a thick gust.
A graveyard tree
finally succumb to the weather.
All the people that have
laid under her shadow
will soon have the light,
but for how good it sounds
they will erode quicker than
ever, naked and vulnerable
left to the cold, needing
her warm hand to keep
us safe.
[image: The Graveyard Tree | Cul 9]
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Very evocative.
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