As if it were a living being it forages in the forest.
The next step taken takes me out of the present
into history into fantasy
as if I have become a fairy story.
Tropes trooping through the clearing.
The huff and puff of a big bad wind.
The silence broken.
InsideΒ Β the belly of the forest
where green is the only colour seen
lies a partly digested house.
Vines snaking through its empty windows.
Its roof thrown upon its floor.
Its wall crumbling back into nature.
I sit and read my Richard Jefferies.
A finger of frond reading along with me
eager to turn the next page.
The silence deepens.
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Richard Jefferies...he of the beautiful nature writing that influenced the nature writing of poet Edward Thomas.
Jefferies's novel, After London (1885), can be seen as an early example of "post-apocalyptic fiction": after some sudden and unspecified catastrophe has depopulated England, the countryside reverts to nature, and the few survivors to a quasi-medieval way of life.
The house gone to ruin that nature takes back is my memory of numerous houses I have come across including even one on the island of Lampedusa.