Upon the Moors

Upon the moors …

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Fault-Finding

sitting silently

upon these  rocks

above the cold

of a quarried box

across the angled

faces steep

watching shadows

slowly creep

and the darkened smile

of a fracture cracked

all through this hill

but here – where hacked

it is exposed

to the wild winds

at this look-out –

but look within

it runs and runs

all along these views

the length of the hill

and for more – continues

so look into

the mountain’s rent

below the manes of pines

by the cold winds bent

for the very heart

of the world is dark

but listen – above

sings the bright skylark

and blue harebells

so very sweet

lie here scattered

all around my feet

nodding with

the summer breeze

for ill winds blown out

now all is at ease

until mid-day

will the shadows shrink

then they’ll grow cold and long

with the black of ink

but until then

under all weathers

I’ll just sit here – in purple

among the heather.

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The Morning Stock-Take

the dawn that rises

turquoise blue

above the cold

clear moorland dew

above the valley

mists blush rose

and the early sun

low in the sky glows

on ambered rocks

just sitting here

watching the valley

so slowly clear

petals of rose mist

slowly unfurling

evaporate as

slowly curling

they twist into

the vast blue yonder

while I sit just here

and silently ponder

just sitting here

taking stock

just sitting here

on this cold rock

Escapology

Like a corpse I lie here in state

Just staring at the ceiling with hate

But the only sound in my mind

Is the howling of winds so unkind

As my eyes slide down to my nose

My vision pales out – to snows

And into the mattress I think

My body is starting to sink

Though my body is laden, as lead

There’s an exit doorway – my head

And it leads out into the wilds

Where in bright snows stands just a child

A gentle smile – spirits lift!

As chill winds toy with spin-drift

Over creaking, compacting layers

In the kingdom of the Ice-Bear

As crystals scatter and hiss

The figure is lost in the mists

Just standing – there’s no need to grope

Abandoning all, even hope –

But welcomes the pervasive calm

A kiss, as gentle as balm

Embraced by the enduring cold

Now the boy shall never grow old

Now snows silently fill in his tracks

As with the coming of ice my heart cracks

16.07.12