Haze shimmers, rising in the heat of the day
Mountains climb, cold tips reach for the sky
Green rolling hills endure as time goes by
Treetops bustle gently as the swallows fly
Proud oaks stand strong in bough and thigh
Broken limbs lie scattered on the ground
Valley floor beckons, new shoots abound
Rutted track-way down to the battered shell
Dry stone walls surround a temporary hell
Weathered mortar crumbles like the past
Brickwork weeps worn dry by winds that pass
Hinges rusted, door creaks and beckons doom
Dim light struggles to penetrate the gloom
Faded patterns stripped bare from wooden walls
Forgotten fathers hung now in dusty halls
Down splintered steps each twist and turn
Lead deeper to the inner sanctum
Where torment and pain suckles on its feast
Soul and mind swallowed in the jaws of the beast
Retrace your route, reverse the way
Reach into the clear bright light of day
Step away from the terror that surrounds you
Climb, soar, embrace and cherish those around you
© Fergus Martin
2012
so beautiful- it is great that you returned to writing.
ReplyDeleteGlad that you enjoyed it Poet Dakota Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt really brings the poem to life having the boo :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Aly
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