(at the edge of Black Mountains, Olchon valley)
Rewarding climb, past stunted gorse
with bright gold flowers, to the ridge –
its slopes are iridescent pink
– the shining heather;
from each edge
is spread a differing landscape-sight:
I’m high above the spacious plain,
with distant hills and rainstorms, right;
deep sombre valley to the left,
remote, a home of birds and sheep,
and ending in a tumbling cleft,
with stream and stones, to follow down
to placid lane, and ruins now asleep
still speak of busier, sweaty days,
and satisfying, struggling ways.
Comments
fatboy74 | August 26, 2011 - 21:54
'Deep sombre valley to the left' - reminds me of a story by LTC Rolt called Cwm Garon set in the Black Mountains at the first Llanthony Priory. Beautifully described and nicely crafted. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | August 27, 2011 - 09:00
Wonderful poem, Rhiannonw. Beautifully crafted, as fb says.
Tina
Rhiannonw | August 27, 2011 - 09:26
Thanks to both of you for your supportive comments. I haven't read the story you referred to fb, and thought you comment about it being beautifully described and nicely crafted might refer to Rolt's story, but Tina thinks you refer to what I've written! Hope it brings to life a lovely quiet place anyway. (nice to get the cherries!)
the unfolding head | August 27, 2011 - 09:29
I really enjoyed reading this, sets the scene so well... beautiful descriptive language
Rhiannonw | August 27, 2011 - 09:33
Thank you so much. Actually, it came about when I had to wait over an hour for my mother in law to be called in to see her doctor! Rh
Cavalcaderl | August 27, 2011 - 12:54
new Rhiannonw
Well deserved cherries.
Beautiful and peaceful, poem
and scenery and picturesqe.
Hope all is well.
julie x
Rhiannonw | August 27, 2011 - 14:22
Thank you Julie, glad you enjoyed it. Rh
fatboy74 | August 27, 2011 - 22:09
I see what you mean- well Rolt's story is all that but I was referring to your poem. :-)
Rhiannonw | August 27, 2011 - 22:25
Thanks fb!
Rh