Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky
The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown
The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts
A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends
Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression
Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on
Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky
The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown
The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts
A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends
Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression
Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on
Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
A walk in the pennines conjured up this poem and I could not finish it until I read a poem tonight by Eloisa, 'Abloom' A broken pair of gates stood across a trackway guarding the entry to the wilds of the pennine hills forgotten long ago. Where we spend our dreamy after life.
