• emilyccooke 26w

    Rumours

    Whispers
    land on branches
    Solar-Powered canopys hear of panic
    and renewed love

    Whispers
    pulse through wires
    and patient roots
    livestream through ancient synapses to

    Mycorrhizal ears
    Soaking up feet sounds
    and thunder

    Pass it on
    Bark by bark by
    Wetly and thick
    Pass it on

    Hours
    fall through days
    Agreements are drawn
    Old nods, barely
    Acknowledging

    Our thousand thousand years
    Is hard to understand
    If you have not lived long enough
    to live long enough

    Our mutism
    assumed
    But we can still spread rumours
    of fires


    ©emilyccooke