Emerging at the Sun Gate, gasping:

first glimpse of Machu Pichu laid out

 far below in miniature

it’s temples, courtyards clustered around

the phallic volcanic core

a reigning stillness alive with prescience,

prickling the hairs up the spine.

 

Lolling in a hammock at Persant

in the sun-speckly hawthorn shade;

lulled by the arcane song of the river

and birds a’twitter with twigs, bits of wool and moss for their nests,

 while buzzard and kites swirl and loop

above the badger and bluebell wood:

 

Frisking in the foamy frisson

of welsh winter breakers

racing  ecstatically towards the land

in a crashing and spuming glory,

tossing and pummelling the bold fools

who venture therein.

 

Lying flat out on warm spring grass

up on the Downs, listening to skylarks,

to the silence  behind;

blood running so close to the Earth

 it’s mother.

 

How the champagne, alpine air in Davos

sings and tingles in the lungs and heart.

Great meringue-blobs of whiteness

 slither plop! off the branches

while the swaddle of silence???

thrums, pregnant  with all it contains.

 

: Skinny dunks in the Maclekuddy Reeks

a gasp??? of shimmering breath

in the chilly sparkle of water

tumbling over moss??? and  stone;

fey, otherworldly creatures watching

from amongst the ancient trees.

 

There was a little girl

who loved her pony:

see her dozing spreadeagled

along his broad  back, as he grazed

under the ??? Elms

 - munch, scrunch, take a step,

swish of tail:

 - a lurching ship!

the living, warmth of his coat

silky against her skin.

POTENT MOMENTS

 

Emerging at the Sun Gate, gasping:

first glimpse of Machu Pichu laid out

 far below in miniature

it’s temples, courtyards clustered around

the phallic volcanic core

a reigning stillness alive with prescience,

prickling the hairs up the spine.

 

Lolling in a hammock at Persant

in the sun-speckly hawthorn shade;

lulled by the arcane song of the river

and birds a’twitter with twigs, bits of wool and moss for their nests,

 while buzzard and kites swirl and loop

above the badger and bluebell wood:

 

Frisking in the foamy frisson

of welsh winter breakers

racing  ecstatically towards the land

in a crashing and spuming glory,

tossing and pummelling the bold fools

who venture therein.

 

Lying flat out on warm spring grass

up on the Downs, listening to skylarks,

to the silence  behind;

blood running so close to the Earth

 it’s mother.

 

How the champagne, alpine air in Davos

sings and tingles in the lungs and heart.

Great meringue-blobs of whiteness

 slither plop! off the branches

while the swaddle of silence???

thrums, pregnant  with all it contains.

 

: Skinny dunks in the Maclekuddy Reeks

a gasp??? of shimmering breath

in the chilly sparkle of water

tumbling over moss??? and  stone;

fey, otherworldly creatures watching

from amongst the ancient trees.

 

There was a little girl

who loved her pony:

see her dozing spreadeagled

along his broad  back, as he grazed

under the ??? Elms

 - munch, scrunch, take a step,

swish of tail:

 - a lurching ship!

the living, warmth of his coat

silky against her skin.