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Robert Charboneau's avatar

I feel similarly about the novelty of writing about trees. It let me write the kind of poetry that I otherwise wouldn't, because it would've been anachronistic and dull. But with the conceit, and the richness of nature language, it was always entertaining. It still is to read it.

There are some instances of plants secreting chemical compounds, both through their leaves to irritate animals, and through their roots to deter other plants. The black walnut, for example, secretes a chemical into the soil to ward off competitors. It's unlikely that they're sending those things through fungi, although plants in forests are often connected through mycelia, the roots of fungi.

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Metrical Poet's avatar

As expected, it maintains the same quality as the previous chapters.

If this was about some ordinary historical episode, the style would risk being tiresome and anachronistic. But that gets lost, to me, in the strangeness of it being all about trees.

Some amusing lines from the dialogue in this chapter: "What an odd little tree." "Everybody knows I'm a tree who knows."

I also like: "The realm is big but I have my birds/ to whisper secrets in my branches."

Some fine details of description: "birdsong bounced between the trees", "cave bears, balled up in sleep", "byways of mycelia and highways/ of runners that reach from plant to plant", "feathered headdresses of ferns", "the sleepy villages of rhizome and root", "in his crown are nested clans of chickadees", the whole description of "the Meadow".

At the risk of sounding naive... the notion of trees passing on fungi to poison other trees, does this actually happen? or is it a conceit of the poem?

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