pollard

pollard
Originally uploaded by ladelentes.

one of the funniest words (to me, at least!), pollarding trees produces one of the scariest trees (to me, again)

going through the streets at the back of tate britain, from the 88 bus, i feel like i did all those years ago when entering the ghost train at the fun fair. the bus/cart slowly moves into the scary streets/tunnel. from all sides ghosts/pollarded trees extend extremities/spider webs/branches to touch you lightly on the shoulder. claustrophobic, heart thumping, half crazed with terror, you really want them to touch you nonetheless, so you can come out, a nonchalant smile in your face, and, hiding your trembling hands, tell your friends that it was nothing.