Dark limbs twisted into runes, dowager hair unloosed to capture shine, the tree stands firm on roots screwed deep into Vaucluse rock. Indifferent to myth and symbol, patient of man and mistral, frost and drought, it offers gold in tiny packages: gifts for generations who can read next Monday’s weather on the wind, know cailletier from tanche, sow and harvest according to wax and wane.
Down centuries baladi trees have given food and light, material for carving, polishing. Now their roots are clutching Hebron air as the bulldozers retreat.
Gill's poems have have won a number of prizes and been published widely, most recently in Agenda and The Emma Press anthology Dance. Her first collection was The Agister’s Experiment (Two Rivers Press, 2011) and she is hoping for a second in 2016.