Rambling

Cherry

By celticman

Fri, 24 Apr 2015
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12 comments
 

Rambled away – weather grey

No road and mud suckled

Muckle on

Hold my coat aloft

Breezed away into the day

Hills that hug

Jag-eyed vision of monstrosity

Everyman’s theatre of the absurd

Empty land

Deep ravine – so it seemed

Smoky stones, silvery streams

River roads deeper that a dream

Cloud clot the sky

Rucksack blue-nylon tumbleweed

Lifeline inside

Small drop – then a body stops. 

Certificate PG
Poem
Drama

Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on

'Mud suckled'  'hills that hug'  Like this very much CM. Dark,sombre journey.

best wishes Lenax

 

 

Submitted by denni1 on

Don't stop, whatever you do !

Submitted by Bee on

Enjoyed this.

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Feels bleak but beautiful, celt. That lifeline might be handy. Like those river roads.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Love this. Rambled away, weather grey. No high viz clothing on this guy. Don't go over the edge, no-one might find you.

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks guys, doodling at a desk (when we should really be outside). 

 

Submitted by Steve on

beautiful ironic line.

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks steve

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi CM

One of your best poems, from my point of view. Short shock.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by celticman on

cheers jean and artemis

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

A beautiful sense of gloom in this and your unusual words are pleasing on the tongue.Read him aloud.

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks Vera, appreciate you taking the time.