Installation by Karen Underwood, ‘Broken Dreams’
TREE OF DREAMS
Fruit on the tree Turns to ash And spirals Slow and graceful on the morning air settles on bent shoulders the silver powder of broken dreams The hand flicks the coat-sleeve Plants another sapling in the turf of faith Wonder as it grows Deny as it withers Dismiss as it dies Then move on easy Damp roots preserved Under the dust Of memory We fan the embers Of hope long gone For a moment Cold smoke Chokes the lungs A thousand shades of grey Dance in the air Carpet the ground Strange beauty At the end of dreams Says we managed to hope All this, for a while And when our spirits Ride the ash of earthly dreams To heaven Ideals may not be Among the trash We’re asked to leave Outside the door
Mud at the wall 