Wednesday, 15 January 2014

I have watched folk on mountain tops
gone on walks with them and
when they say, that’s a/what a… LOVELY view!
asked, What do you mean?


I wrote these words a few years ago ..

That's a nice view!

That's a nice view !
What do you mean?
A patch of blue here,
green there, two greys-
or do you like it for its promises
you may never call upon-
that lake to swim,
that field to smell the hay,
those two hills to climb,
one today, another tomorrow?

This is a nice spot!
What do you mean?
that lush titanium white
with lemon and blue let in,
to paint the soaking grass
that catches the sky -
gold rods of bracken
on a bed of pale sienna,
the acid green that coils
to make unfurling shoots?
No, just the feel of the place...
the way the birches soften the wind.

This is a nice place!
What do you mean
This gulley, its dainty birches,
hearing Smetana or Schubert
as the twinkling stream
tumbles over polished stones
through golden weed and jewelled rocks,
to the seals in the bay?
Or is it knowing you lie beside
spotted trout, and otters
that hunt in the dusk?
No, just lying here, the yellow tent sky
spattered with rain.. sounds of trickling..
the blackbird,
there he is,
undeterred,
undeterred,
promising tomorrow
will be even better.










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