She
Sequestered by a tree
Watches from a distance
She
Sequestered by a tree
Looks beyond what others see
They laugh, they mock
She swings her frock
If she hides when they wave
Will you cast her blame?
She
Sequestered by a tree
Climbs up as far as she–
Seeking, looking for
authenticity
In faces of the young to be…
She is
sequestered
by the tree.
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wayside word garden 
Ah, how mysterious… I’m still mulling the meaning of “sequestered by a tree”. Haunting tone, makes one want a glimpse of “She”
Haunting, yes, and tantalizing, which is necessary in the best of poems.
Lady Nyo
nice..love the mystery in this… could be different things…will keep pondering what it is for me..
Not sure about most of this poem…but the following stumped me completely:
“Seeking, looking for
authenticity
In faces of the young to be…”
Sure I can identify with ‘her’ isolationism…finally I stopped climbing trees (Royal Palms are not that easy–grin! But I can sequester with the best of them.
Thank you for the mystery herein, love the wordings!
PEACE!
authenticity is often not the easiest thing to find…looking for in the yet to be born might be the best place…but better get to them before someone starts raising them…smiles,
I love climbing trees!
ghostly and haunting, yet ringing with truth… hiding out, watching the world go by… love the imagery.
Interesting partnership you have created for her solitude in this, enjoyed the refrain. lovely write ~ Rose
A lovely write!