POEMORAMA AT PAPER POETRY
Ghost Gums in Arid Land
Corymbia aparrerinja

My roots hold firm in arid land, Rock face, or blist’ring plain, Tenacious toe-hold standing grand In challenging terrain.
A trunk of white reflecting soul which glows in moonlit night First People’s awed, and Dreaming told — A living spirit sign.
Songlines and Stories utilize Levigate bark of white. Dark skin, and headbands, to apply For sacred, ancient rites.
The People of this arid land Have medicinal Lore that seeks me out for helping hand When health is faring poor.
My trunk stands tall inciting fear; a sturdy sentinel. Beware, my primal, mystic air — Ghostly, spirit channel.
My purpose here is quite profound, Spirit tree, enduring. Keen observers sought, and found, the gifts that I’m obscuring.
The prompt — Poemorama Part Two: soul
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