We arrived in our thousands,
laden; waterproofed and prepared
for the squelching, umber trudge.
We stalked, staked claim to the land
and built our temporary shelters;
effective but impossible to find
in the torch-lit, twilight damp. Loosened
by like-minded company, eventide found us
beneath the endless Suffolk skyscape,
throwing shapes as though invisible;
a cagoule-cassocked choir offering
hedonistic hymns in exchange
for a brief respite from the rain.
As we left, small pieces of us clung
to the bosky oasis; twirling bootprints
in the clotted clay, descant notes
perched as dew on forest leaves
and sighs that skittered
on the illuminated lake. Yet,
as the light slipped towards
the end of the earth, I realised
that each of us was leaving
with so much more than we
had packed in our rucksacks.
Paddling swiftly now beyond
deluged days and swollen nights,
ebony umbrellas languish
in hushed oaken hallways,
In the prism-drenched
meadows of tomorrow
parasols and petticoats twirl.
Diurnal curtain falls as Belenus
takes a bow, casting angled
shadows on slated gambrel.
Dusk deep-toes rusty gutters;
twilight’s precipitous bluff
sloughed in pulpous moss.
Calignosity clings to the ridge,
rinsing secrets in rainwater,
awaiting incandescent resurrection.
nascent honeysuckling babe
catkin velveteen murmured ripple
naive milk-bathed melody
harmonic lilt of newborn crush
broken, rooted, steeped in scraith
charred, scraw-clawed ascent
scraping cobalt canopy
corkscrew willowed silhouette
seeking beams and
warmdrench summer rain
As sopping cotton clings to skin
and flashbacks dance in Autumn rain,
grown woman greets the child again.
Brown feet in puddles, splash and spin,
cold toe wriggles, girlish giggles,
slim arms outstretched to wicked grin.
It seems this one was never twain
as sopping cotton clings to skin.
lunar-lit steel sea
recedes towards horizon –
black rock emerges
clean breaks don’t exist
brittle sticks splinter in two –
rain persists for days
until clouds evaporate –
arched prism ascends