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Plum Tree Poem by Britain's Poet Laureate

The poet laureate, Simon Armitage, has written a new poem which pays homage to spring, in celebration of World Poetry Day.


Pink spring blossom flowers

Plum Tree Among the Skyscrapers is the first in a collection of poems inspired by blossom and commissioned by the National Trust.


Its publication marks the beginning of the Trust’s annual blossom campaign, in which the charity will vow to bring blossom back to landscapes across the UK by planting 20m trees by 2030 to help tackle both the climate and nature crises.


Plum Tree Among the Skyscrapers by Simon Armitage


She’s travelled for years


through tangled forests


and formal gardens,


edged along hedgerows,


set up her stall


on tenanted farms


then moved on, restless,


empty handed sometimes,


sometimes with fruit


in her arms.


She’s hopscotched


through graveyards and parks,


settled down in allotments,


clung to a church roof


by a toe.


She’s pitched camp on verges


and hard shoulders,


stumbled on threadbare moors


above the tree-line


and slummed it on wasteland,


but dug in on steep hillsides


and rough ground.


She was Queen of the May


on a roundabout once


in a roundabout way.


She’s piggy-backed


across trading estates, hitched


in a mistle thrush beak,


drifted with thistledown.


She’s thumbed a lift into town.


Now here she is,


in a cracked slab


in a city square


in a square mile


mirrored by glass and steel,


dwarfed by money


and fancy talk.


Hand-me-down brush,


pre-loved broom,


to the paid-by-the-minute


suits and umbrellas


and lunchtime shoppers


she’s a poor Cinderella


rootling about


in a potting compost


of burger boxes


and popped poppers.


In that world,


orchard and orphan


are one and the same.


But she’s here to stay -


plum in the middle -


and today she’s fizzing


with light and colour,


outshining the smug sculptures


and blubbering fountains.


Scented and powdered


she’s staging


a one-tree show


with hi-viz blossoms


and lip-gloss petals;


she’ll season the pavements


and polished stones


with something like snow.

 
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