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THE ALLEYNIAN 709
CREATIVE WRITING
In Plum Tree Pale
Daniel Kamaluddin (Year 10)
Won’t you come with me To plum tree pale And dust off your legs in the dried-up fields And lie under the blue sky A wan canopy As we mull over the summer months That turned to dust In plum tree pale? Won’t you sit with me In plum tree pale And lean back lazily on a muddy river shore That lies lower this summer As we sit and we sing In the throbbing light of a waning summer Down in plum tree pale? Won’t you stroll with me In plum tree pale And pulp the yellowing grass Like soft glass shattered under heavy feet? Let us turn our heads to the sky And record dead time As it flickers in our eyes In plum tree pale. Let us pluck weeds like feathers From a tired ground And twirl hairy reeds in our fingers In the aching half-light Or count up the brooding caterpillars As they shuffle across the dying earth As they melt into the grass And we become bodyless voices Drifting in the warm breeze Away into the night. In the dark the ground goes cold
And so we walk away And whisper ‘goodbye’ To the tender light Of plum tree pale.
ARTWORK — TOM COOPER (YEAR 10)
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