Poetry
The Tree Trunk
Hollowed out, as full of black miasma
As a tea bowl; ants skittle around
Its ringless rim, while down below
The roots wash up from the ocean
Of land and life to which the tree
Once belonged.
On a nearby sapling,
In this all but fallen wood,
A bird of solitude
Re-arranges her feathers
Preparing them for inspection
By the dawn.
Bernard Pearson
His work appears in over one hundred publications worldwide, including Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, and Crossways. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He has also published three novels.