Diluting Family Trees
part 1 – Breaking up
So, we finally let go
you and I –
to be free.
The grey shades of singular
await us.
Someone put my heart
in an icebox.
(I thought it was supposed to mend).
It’s funny, there’s no wound,
yet somehow, I feel raw.
Perhaps my freedom
is getting over you?
part 2 – Moving on
And now it’s just a question
of chlorophyll.
We got the shade we wanted, but…
How green is the grass
on the other side?
It could be an effect
of the sunlight –
does diffracted independence
seem greener than the
pigments of stability?
Perhaps emptiness
will elute it in time.
2024

This is a three-part poem reflecting my breakup with my first love John Wilson. It was initially written over a few months in the summer of 1983, and had a third verse that is not included here. I do love this poem – it was inspired by a Pernod advert called ‘Free the Spirit’, and I love the colours I’ve used in it, and the way it describes how the freedom wished for is not always quite what you thought it would be. It’s one of my poems that I can recite from memory. You can tell I was a botanist when I first wrote it. I love the imagery and metaphor of pigmentation and how we think the grass (of being single) is greener, when actually the pain of breaking up in reality, can make it less attractive when you get there.
I adapted it for a Consilience Field Notes: Family Trees edition, so this published version is slightly different from the original. Consilience is a group of poets who are scientists that I am part of, and for who I edit and review – and write.
PUBLISHED in Consilience Field Notes Volume 2 – Family Trees 2024