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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,
Rattle run a monthly Ekphrastic challenge. The photo last month was one that I could very easily have taken myself when we lived in the Falklands. In fact this one is almost, though not quite the same, but has the same atmosphere. Of course my poem wasn’t chosen, but I never expect them to be.
I Lived There Once
I lived there once
where the ink-open sky bent to kiss the earth with life
the feral wind whipped the grass, whispering gathered tales
here painted wood lasts a mere season, despite what it says on the tin
I lived there once
in the seclusion of the wilderness
soothed by the casual weighted blanket of isolation, wrapped tight
live under heaven’s-eye skies where rare birds thrive, and grow used to them
I lived there once
with a heart full of intense solitude
basking in the silence of natures incessant beat
liberated from the buzz of the world, here news is weeks old and lacks impetus
I lived there once
I would live there again in a heartbeat,
a slow, serene heartbeat of solitude and longing.
Ah, there we are. That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx
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This sounds really lovely: liberated from the buzz of the world, here news is weeks old and lacks impetus.
Beautiful words!