Wootton Village

Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/wootton-village-mp3

Slate-coloured, sombre skies

cast vacuous, apocryphal runes.

Carrion crows call from

empty, leaf-stripped branches.

Black-headed gulls glide,

across weather worn polls,

tawdry birds’ nests sit

hidden in plain view.

A martyr’s stone built church,

hallowed hawthorn standing vigil.

Dreams of modern day saviours,

inventors of latter day cures.

Bleary-eyed children cling,

to world-weary guardians,

meander down rain-washed roads,

seeking sanctuary of school.

Diurnal mid-winter day turns

to frozen mid-winter night,

nocturnal, lunar beams shine

on covert, hedgehog quills.

Mystic, sauntering silhouettes,

dank, misty rustic path,

illicit illuminations spawned of

neon-lit street lamps.

A beautiful symbiosis

for these times.