Druantia
Once I was fertile fecund my flowers
were the favoured of bees by the swarm
birds spread my seed unaware of north south divide
now I stand hacked worn and idle baking in the sun
with most of the life sucked from me
but my foot is damp there is hope yet
should you move me a few steps to this rich earth
I may send down roots
But perhaps you would prefer to preserve
rescue me I am of good wood
and will outlast these pitiful shrubs that surround me
just oil me polish me to a shine
I’ll stand as statue in a palatial pleasure gallery
and be stroked by appreciative hands
Lucid Gypsy 
such a sad story … but hope yet 🙂
I like
“…birds
spread my seed
unaware of
north south divide…”
Sad, lonely yet hopeful. Lovely poem, Gilly. You write these so well.
Wonderful poem, Gilly – the patient, resigned voice fits the picture beautifully. (And yet the speaker has her pride too – “my flowers were the favoured of bees by the swarm / birds spread my seed unaware of north south divide”.)
Poor little wooden woman, I hope she gets her wish.
so sad and yet full of hope.
“but my foot is damp there is hope yet” – the spirit of living things. Beautifully crafted poem, Gilly.
Very moving Gilly, image and text perfectly balanced.