The Dance of the Fever Tree

Weather crackles across the willows—
a bride in green with weeping hair

Guests arrive, lemons and cuckoos
baby trees with limbs barely there

Blue gums forfeit a debut dance
The groom falls ill in a fever tree

A matriarch of elephants
annuls the marriage before it bleeds

Lisa Alletson grew up in South Africa and the UK, and lives in Canada. She has poetry and prose forthcoming or published in New Ohio Review, The Lumiere Review, Sledgehammer Lit, Anti-Heroin Chic, and The Bangalore Review.

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