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    • Poetry @ The Room
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Tottenham Trees Poetry Evening.  Wednesday 1 March 2017 @ The Room
Featuring:
                                                                         Abe Gibson: of this tree  a poem to the Tottenham Oak
Anthony Howell: Epping
Hilary Davies: The Elder

and open mic

The Room, 33 Holcombe Road,London N17 9AS  www.the-room.org.uk
Hilary Davies has published four collections of poetry from Enitharmon: The Shanghai Owner of the Bonsai Shop; In a Valley of This Restless Mind, Imperium, and Exile and the Kingdom, published in November 2016. Hilary won an Eric Gregory Award for Young Poets in 1983, has been a Hawthornden Fellow, Chairman of the Poetry Society, and 1st prizewinner in the Cheltenham Literature Festival poetry competition. For many years she was Head of Languages at St. Paul’s Girls’ School, London.  She was a Royal Literary Fund Fellow at King’s College, London, 2012-6. She also reviews regularly in the literary press and her poetry blog for the Times Literary Supplement is featured on its online home page this week.
Anthony Howell is an award-winning poet, novelist, former dancer with the Royal Ballet, and performance artist who has worked in an impressive range of media.
He has published three collections of poems with Anvil Press, and his poems have appeared in numerous anthologies. He has read and performed widely at venues in Britain such as the South Bank, ICA and Goldsmiths, in Europe and America, and been a Senior Lecturer in the Faculty of Art, Design and Technology at the University of Wales Institute in Cardiff.

Anthony runs The Room, in the heart of Tottenham, for the benefit of the Local Community.
Abe Gibson is a London-born poet and storyteller. He was a member of the Brothaman Poetry Collective and has published a collection of poetry - Violently Tender. 

He has been writer in residence at Feltham Young Offenders Institution and at schools in Tottenham and Hackney. Performing at Word for Word, he was spotted by a representative from the London Museum of Transport where he has been writer in residence. He has curated poetry at The Room.

His welcoming style captures even the attention of those who think poetry is
"not for me".

Open mic contributions

Poems written and read by Elizabeth Adams

The Seven Colours of Trees
First, the timid yellow-green
Of tiny leaves in blust’ry March.
Then bright, each vying to be seen
Against the ivy, laurel and larch.
 
The proud beech, at Solstice time,
Provides a canopy for the sun’s noon
Above the myriad greens that shine;
But ‘Summer’s lease’ will end too soon.
 
Horsechestnuts:  first to show their age
By gold and red that slowly creep
Across their leaves, while winds rage
And force them to their compost sleep.
 
Last, the purple-black December brings
Of boughs where birds still sing.
And only the sturdy oak still clings
To its dead, brown leaves ‘til Spring!

© Elizabeth Adams, February 2017


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For Shakespeare 400
When ill-temper'd by the world out there;
Sick of party politick and government;
Lamenting gardens that once were fair,
Now own'd by those on nought but profit bent;
Finding myself too old for love-in-idleness
Or dalliance along the primrose path;
Age forces us to 'custom us to less,
And aching joints keep us confin'd to hearth;

When darling buds are torn by wanton boys
And ale cups strewn around, 'spite our beseeching,
When everywhere's o'er people'd, all is noise;
And birds need try outdo the siren's screeching;
Then happily go I to my little plot,
Where the wild thyme grows - albeit in a pot.

© Elizabeth Adams

This year it’s the Cotswolds!
What was a holiday is now a vacation,
But either way it's just as dear.
"We're having what's called a staycation.
The Maldives are so last year!"

The simple life is having a boom,
In treehouse, hayloft or horsebox,
"Does it come with your very own groom?"
"Do canals have staff to see to the locks?"

There's glamping in yurts and churches for champing,
Woodland and wilderness now de rigueur.
Whatever happened to poor old camping?
Move on! Or back to the way we were?

Forget your iPad, unplug your phone.
Forage for nettle and dandelion stew.
Or try a craft you've never known.
Go back to nature - then start anew!

© Elizabeth Adams

In collaboration with the Big Green Bookshop, Elizabeth has published a small volume of her poetry:
Signs of the Times: poems from 1996-2016 which is available from the Big Green Bookshop.

Baden Prince, visiting from South London, read his Tree Puzzle and Tree haiku

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Well loved tree poems

The Trees by Philip Larkin   
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Read by Bob Lindsay-Smith
© by owner  provided at no charge for educational purposes



Everything Changes by Cicely Herbert after Brecht
Everything changes. We plant
trees for those born later
but what's happened has happened
and poisons poured into the seas
cannot be drained out again.

What's happened has happened
poisons poured into the seas
cannot be drained out again. But
everything changes. We plant
trees for those born later

Read by Bob Lindsay-Smith



A Shropshire Lad by AE Housman
Loveliest of trees,
the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Read by Pam Harling

The Housman Society
Extract from ‘The Wild Places’ by Robert Macfarlane
The wind was rising, so I went to the wood. It lies south of the city, a mile from my home: a narrow, nameless fragment of beech-wood, topping a shallow hill. I walked there, following streets to the city’s fringe, and then field-edge paths through hedgerows of hawthorn and hazel.
 
Rooks haggled in the air above the trees. The sky was a bright cold blue, fading to milk at its edges. From a quarter of a mile away, I could hear the noise of the wood in the wind; a soft marine roar. It was the immense compound noise of friction - of leaf fretting on leaf, and branch rubbing on branch.
 
I entered the wood by the southern corner. Debris was beginning to drop from the moving canopy: twigs and beech nuts, pattering down on to the coppery layer of leaves. Sunlight fell in bright sprees to the floor. I walked up through the wood, and midway along its northern edge I came to my tree - a tall, grey-barked beech, whose branches flare out in such a way that it is easy to climb.
 
I had climbed the tree many times before, and its marks were all familiar to me. Around the base of its trunk, its bark has sagged and wrinkled,so that it resembles the skin on an elephant’s leg. At about ten feet, a branch crooks sharply back on itself; above that, the letter ‘H’, scored with a knife into the trunk years before, has ballooned with the growth of the tree; higher still is the healed stump of a missing bough.
 
Thirty feet up, near the summit of the beech, where the bark is smoother and silver, I reached what I had come to call the observatory: a forked lateral branch set just below a curve in the trunk. I had found that if I set my back against the trunk and put my feet on either tine of the fork, I could stay comfortable there. If I remained still for a few minutes, people out walking would sometimes pass underneath without noticing me. People don’t generally expect to see men sitting in trees. If I remained still for longer, the birds would return. Birds don’t generally expect to see men in trees, either. Blackbirds fussing in the leaf litter; wrens which whirred from twig to twig so quickly they seem to teleport; once a grey partridge, venturing anxiously from cover.
 
I steadied myself in the observatory. My weight and movement had made the tree rock, and the wind exaggerated the rock, so that soon the summit of the beech was creaking back and forth, describing arcs of five or ten degrees. Not an observatory that day; more of a mast-top crow’s-nest in a sea swell.

Read by Peter Corley with thanks to the author
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Music played on the night

Instrumentals:
Ishq,  Cedar Song from the album Spring Light 
Clifford Brown It might as well be Spring 

Listed in order with links (and lyrics below):
Sycamore Trees Jimmy Scott
Trees  Paul Robeson
Autumn Leaves Eva Cassidy

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Sycamore Trees

Singer: Jimmy Scott, David Lynch (lyrics), Angelo Badalamenti (music)
I got idea man
You take me for a walk
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow baby
In the dark trees that blow
 
And I'll see you
And you'll see me
And I'll see you in the branches that blow
In the breeze,
I'll see you in the trees
Under the sycamore trees


Trees     
Singer: Paul Robeson, Joyce Kilmer (lyrics), Oscar Rasbach (music)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.




Autumn leaves

Singer: Eva Cassidy, Jacques Prévert (lyrics), Joseph Kosma (music)
The falling leaves
Drift by my window.
The falling leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips,
the summer kisses,
the sunburned hands I used to hold.

Since you went away
the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away
the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.


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In Tottenham seven trees were planted in a ring over 400 years ago for reasons lost in time; the Seven Sisters area and the underground station are named after them. The seven trees have been replanted a number of times, always by seven sisters. 

The Tottenham Trees logo, shown on the right, is a silhouette of the Bruce Castle Oak with the logo of the Charter for Trees, Woods and People launched in November 2017, on the 800th anniversary of the Royal Charter of the Forest.

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  • Tottenham Trees
    • #HaringeyFavouriteTrees 2022
    • #HaringeyFavouriteTrees 2021
    • Special trees in Tottenham >
      • Bruce Castle Oak >
        • Arboricultural survey
        • Reminiscences of the Bruce Castle Oak
        • Calling Tree >
          • Calling Tree: gallery
      • Mulberry tree
      • Seven Sisters
    • Trees in Tottenham (Galleries) >
      • Tottenham trees (A-D common name)
      • Tottenham Trees (E-K common name)
      • Tottenham Trees (L-R common name)
      • Tottenham Trees (S-Z common name)
    • Trees in Art from Tottenham
    • Trees in Words from Tottenham >
      • Epping
      • It's a Word Thing!
      • Message on leaves
      • Ode from the Oak
      • Of this tree
      • The Elder
    • Tottenham parks >
      • St Ann's Redevelopment
    • Tottenham Tree Trails
    • Who we are >
      • Postcards and Bags
  • Charter for Trees
    • Charter history
    • Charter Principles
    • Independent Panel on Forestry
  • About Trees
    • Latest news on Trees 2021 >
      • Tree articles 2020
      • Tree articles 2019
      • Tree articles 2018
      • Tree articles 2017
      • Tree articles 2016
      • Tree articles 2015
    • Threats to our trees
    • Tree Identification
    • Tree Quizzes >
      • Celebrating Trees Quiz 2019 >
        • Answers: Celebrating Trees 2019
      • Celebrating Trees 2018 >
        • Answers: Celebrating Trees
      • Lazy Sunday Tree Quiz >
        • Answers: Lazy Sunday
    • Global Tree Calendar
  • Urban Trees
    • Growing trees from seed
    • iTree surveying
    • Street Trees for Living
    • Tree care
    • Tree packs for free
    • Tree planting
    • Trees in the Townscape
  • Inspirations
    • Wangari Maathai >
      • Green Belt Movement
      • Institute and Foundation
      • First Seven Trees
      • Remembering Wangari
      • Kenya
    • Felix Finkbeiner
    • Chico Mendes
    • Chipko Movement
    • Plant for the Planet >
      • 3 Point Plan
    • Inspiring stories from around the world
  • Tree Events
    • Tree Charter Day 2019 >
      • Legacy Oak Ale
    • Urban Tree Festival 2019
    • Wassail 2019
    • Tree Charter Day 2018
    • Tree Charter Day 2017
    • 800 year Charter anniversary
    • Poetry Sunday @ Bruce Castle
    • Poetry @ The Room
    • Calling Tree: Tottenham
    • London National Park City 2018
    • London Tree Week 2017
    • London Tree Week 2016
    • Other Tottenham tree events
  • Green Spaces
    • Other Haringey Green Spaces
    • London Friends of Green Spaces
    • London National Park City
    • Parks cafe trail
    • The Conservation Volunteers
    • Future Forest