Tasted.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

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.

 

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  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Fay.

  • Bella Shepard

    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.

  • Doggerel Dave

    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.

  • Neville


    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🌹

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words Fay, a friend of mine goes horse-riding through the country side and has a wonderful time in so doing.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    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.'

  • [email protected]

    You have very colorful images, but too often it feels overwrought.



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