what some may call...

Gold cherry

By JupiterMoon

Mon, 05 Feb 2024
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8 comments
 

what some may call…

 

hill swept, i pass the gate

after a time-worn ascension

as wind bends the ring of beeches

i can see for miles,

millennia even

 

peopled memories

peep nervous between trunks

and i see them,

and i don’t see them

those,

from long before

 

they lie low

in chambered sleep,

limestone lids

cut with rings

and curious finger holes

the landscape scarred

and altered,

in the almost 5000 years

since the tombs were hushed

 

winter sun cuts the beech,

a rising gale

leans into a howling parting

as i leave, charged

by the wily presence

of what some

may call ghosts

Certificate U
Poem
Leaf and Loam
Nature

Comments

Submitted by D G Moody on

This evokes for me an ancient landscape, where time and history entwine; a powerful poem - a good one.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

i can see for miles,

millennia even

you took me right there Jupiter - thank you! (I've had a similar experience too)

 

Submitted by JupiterMoon on

Thanks kindly - really appreciate the feedback. And you've had a similar experience? Is there a poem about that I can see? 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I did write about it, but not as a poem, and I'm not sure it was posted anywhere. I think it was the only time I've ever seen any kind of ghost. That kind of thing really stays with you!

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations Jupiter - what a brilliant pick. I hope it gets more reads now, which is really deserves

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

This is wonderful, you've woven epic natural vistas together with thousands of years of human activity, describing, beautifully, what you see and what you imagine has been. 

 

Submitted by JupiterMoon on

Thanks everyone - these are lovely comments. This was sketched out whilst there (see the photo) - at Minninglow, Derbyshire. A profound spot, high on the top of a (very windy) hill, a couple of miles from the nearest road. Well worth a ramble.