Michael Edwards

BENEATH

 

 

BENEATH

 

Beneath an ivory calcareous ridge

extending like a map below,

vague interspaces lay in mist

a sheltered fertile tract of land

where crocheted threads of hedgerows spread

their sinewed fingers far and wide.

 

Interspersed with hollowed oak

which linger there disguised in form

the remnants of forgotten lands

where ancient forests held domain

and now their mantling shadows thrown

across the quilted patchwork fields.

 

The only sound the pulsing breeze

throughout the lush green tranquil vale

beneath a cobalt sky.