When my parents were apple trees - Victoria Gatehouse

One of the Top 40 submissions in our 2023 Urban Tree Festival writing competition.


When my parents were apple trees

In the summer of my thirteenth year

I made a hammock from old sheets,

knotted it between two apple trees

that stood in our small backyard.

Both gnarled, one propped at the hip,

together, they bore my weight

as I drowsed through the thick

secret rustle of hot afternoons

a notebook across my knees,

each page a fretwork of shadow and light.

I scowled away Mum, bearing juice

and Dad when he checked the knots.

It was to the trees I whispered

and they bent their heads to listen

as I gently swung, an unripe fruit

carried like one of their own -

green and troubled beneath the skin,

a dark starring of pips at the heart.

When the windfalls came, I tasted

my own wasp-sharpness in their flesh

until Mum showed me how to bake them -

just a little sugar, a gentle heat.






Victoria Gatehouse

Victoria Gatehouse is an award-winning poet, a children’s writer, a scientist and a walker. She loves to spend time in the presence of trees.

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