Tasted.
One long-ago golden afternoon
I rode past high fells thick clad in rough bracken
under a sky of unbroken blue
and cantered through canopies
of russeted treetops thrown amidst moorland
while autumnal mist rose in
slow wisps as cloud-shadow approaching
I halted and listened to liquid laughter.
Where would streamlet pebbles
be found white as those at my spurred feet
and could purple summits
slumber through winter more peacefully
or lark-song appear so enchanting ?
I had heard it said that highland
air tasted of wine, flavoured with grass-scent
and drawing a lingering breath
heather-filled lungs inhaled beauty's honey
as I gulped in ether-brewed drafts.
So divine was that highland quiet
on my horse-ridden face that I closed awed
eyes and in vibrations of silence
caught nature's presence as never before.
-
Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2023 13:37
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
- Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard, L. B. Mek.
Offline)
Comments7
A fine write and pic Fay.
One again you take me to an enchanted place, where it seems dreams are real. Just to imagine being in such a place takes my breath away dear Fay. Thank you for another gorgeous canvas, splashed with natures bounty, and a true fav.
I almost felt I could ride a horse (total illusion, experience has taught me) after my read, Fay. The sensory experience was so close to the actual in your lines, that it has saved me a trip on foot(!) to experience for myself... great stuff.
this is one of those that must surely be a keeper .. the beauty contained herein is quite simple unforgettable and am sure will be re-visited ........ x🌹
Wonderful words Fay, a friend of mine goes horse-riding through the country side and has a wonderful time in so doing.
Andy
dear Fay, this breath, inspiring
majestic Poem
may just be my absolute
favourite
of all your ageless greats
Brilliant!
I'm so jealous, I so wish I could write like you
your wording imprints itself upon our very souls
'I halted and listened
to liquid laughter.'
You have very colorful images, but too often it feels overwrought.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.