The highwayman

Cherry

By lavadis

Sat, 11 Sep 2021
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When summer’s fingers 
next caress 
the nascent earth
I will become 
a highwayman, 
weaving a 
great dappled stallion 
between the tailback 
of camper-vans
caused by the 
traffic realignment scheme
on the A29 
and subsidiary routes 
 
When winter’s breath 
falls upon the skeletal fields 
and the 
stone skimmers 
and ice cream lickers
retreat to their bunkers, 
I will fill my empty pockets 
with shimmering 
flecks of night light
and
spoon against your
naked body
the wave smash
obliterating the noise of
your occasionally
violent nightmares 
 
I am the highwayman of
the A29,
you are a galactic traveller
abandoned and marooned
and yet,
sitting on this frosty beach 
hand in hand  
under the glow of Venus 
and Saturn,
we have finally found a place  
we can call 
home

 

Certificate 12
Poem
Poetry
Romance

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

I guess we're all galactic travellers, especially on the A29. 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

We certainly are!

 

Submitted by lavadis on

He will be looking out for you!