Bollihope
Laid in the graft of fell and sky, we watch-
A sunnier interval for us.
Mottled, dappled like pearskin,
The moor’s body stretches
Its bee-tempting mauves and
Acid apple greens before us.
Above, the sky is shamed into
A dullness of watery blues,
Drab creams and slates.
A kestrel aerofoils its flight,
Steadies, truing its vision.
A faster wing snaps and
Breaks the air, splits sight and sound,
Confuses senses,
Laid in the graft of fell and sky, we watch.
A sunnier interval for us.
Mottled, dappled like pearskin,
The moor’s body stretches
Its bee-tempting mauves and
Acid apple greens before us.
Above, the sky is shamed into
A dullness of watery blues,
Drab creams and slates.
A kestrel aerofoils its flight,
Steadies, truing its vision.
A faster wing snaps and
Breaks the air, splits sight and sound,
Confuses senses,
Laid in the graft of fell and sky, we watch.
posted by mark at 5:40 pm
3 Comments:
figures in a landscape
some memorable images, glimpsed, recorded...
wow, this is beautiful. very well written!
All that talk of death mixes lured me to your site, and I'm glad of it. This is some language here. I can envision every interval and stretch of body you describe.
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