Monday, 24 December 2012

Ridge

Your way is the road that crimps the ridge.
You follow two lanterns through space
where every patch of darkness
might be a shape, horse, pig, cow
or sudden river-muscle flow
of deer travelling the heath
grey sand underneath.
Skylines. Stars.
Your lanterns lead to a five-bar gate
a green barn and a light in the window.
Your breath smokes.
A dog barks, the echo
follows you home.

2 comments:

  1. Jonathan,
    Nicely done. Especially striking was "river-muscle flow/of deer." Hope all are well on your end.
    Peace,
    B.R.

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  2. Thank you Bobby. All's well here.

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