Eucalyptus - Tamra Palmer 1 Apr Written By Andrew Stuck One of the Top 40 submissions in our 2023 Urban Tree Festival writing competition. Eucalyptus “And they rise upenormousand majesticas only natural things can be.Peerlessabove the huddled houses, the cacophonic chaos of cars roads, tar and acred concrete, anathema to living things,to be circumvented by root.Gnarled massive arms reach for air, lightand knowledge of each other.And in their mirror life of darkness below, language is spoken in filamentstouching moistlike loving fingertips gentle urgings in the dirt.I claim them dailytaking solace,this unbuilt church,seeking substancein a spinning worldthat rushes under my feetwhile they stand stoic, weathering the buffet and sway, the triviality of humanity.In the winda universe of shivering leaves shushes like the seapausing all other talk.Their pale summer trunksare smooth and heavy to touch as you’d imagine a planet to be.And I lean in to one, listening ear to outer barkthrough phloem and cambium, sapwood to heartwood,for the secret that time built inside.” Tamra Palmer A published writer, living, walking and working on Gadigal land, Australia. On a never-ending experience of discovery through short stories, poetry and novel writing. Andrew Stuck
Eucalyptus - Tamra Palmer 1 Apr Written By Andrew Stuck One of the Top 40 submissions in our 2023 Urban Tree Festival writing competition. Eucalyptus “And they rise upenormousand majesticas only natural things can be.Peerlessabove the huddled houses, the cacophonic chaos of cars roads, tar and acred concrete, anathema to living things,to be circumvented by root.Gnarled massive arms reach for air, lightand knowledge of each other.And in their mirror life of darkness below, language is spoken in filamentstouching moistlike loving fingertips gentle urgings in the dirt.I claim them dailytaking solace,this unbuilt church,seeking substancein a spinning worldthat rushes under my feetwhile they stand stoic, weathering the buffet and sway, the triviality of humanity.In the winda universe of shivering leaves shushes like the seapausing all other talk.Their pale summer trunksare smooth and heavy to touch as you’d imagine a planet to be.And I lean in to one, listening ear to outer barkthrough phloem and cambium, sapwood to heartwood,for the secret that time built inside.” Tamra Palmer A published writer, living, walking and working on Gadigal land, Australia. On a never-ending experience of discovery through short stories, poetry and novel writing. Andrew Stuck