Poet-Tree Corner

Those Who Shape The Soil

Those Who Shape The Soil

This piece of writing won Richard Tyler the Bardic Chair for Bath - Gorsedh Caer Baddon, 2026. The theme for 2026 was Elder and he chose to craft a piece that speaks directly to the Elder tree and the forests but also the elders within our community and the need for...

A River in Each Hand

A River in Each Hand

A River In Each Hand - Richard Tyler This poem was written for #DyingMatters week    You learn early not to let it show. There is a face for the corridor, a voice that stays level even when the room has just emptied of someone who will not return.   You were...

No Flowers

No Flowers

No Flowers - Richard Tyler This poem was written for #DyingMatters week    There is a grief no one brings flowers for. The grief of still being here, in a body that no longer answers to its old name.   You were not taken. You were translated into a language...

The Light That Returns Without Being Asked

The Light That Returns Without Being Asked

The Light That Returns Without Being Asked - Richard Tyler This poem was written to celebrate the Spring Equionox on #WorldPoetryDay  Before the word spring existed, this happened; the tipping, the slow lean of the world back toward the fire. The light arrives now at...

The Path Between our Wintering and our Spring

The Path Between our Wintering and our Spring

The Path Between our Wintering and our Spring It was with a deep sadness that yesterday, I learned of the passing of Gavin Creel. For those of you who have any musical theatre interest, you will know who he is. For those who don’t follow the glitzy world of Broadway...

Letter from the Forest

Letter from the Forest

Letter From The Forest - Richard Tyler I have been waiting with the patience of centuries, watching you rush past in your glass and steel and noise, forgetting my name. Do you remember when you knew it? When you pressed your ear to bark and heard something that...