Mighty buttress intertwine
Love knots cascading down your spine
Strangled embrace around the void
The lost-wax heartwood once deployed.
Walking through the twilight ramps
Imagine you are Turkish lamps
With black lined glass wick woven fern
As a fire within could burn.
Your shadowed self is just as real
Dressed in lichen shades pale and teal
Through windows on your soul we peer
Only to find that you’re not here.
Inspired by a strangler fig that I photographed at Natural Bridge, Springbrook National Park QLD – but reminiscent of many examples I have seen over the years bushwalking in south east QLD and northern NSW.