Poem of the Month
Under a wind-beaten millstone grit wall
in your wide-armed care
I have laughed, loved, slept and even cried
myself away from vain fear and conflict
through pain and discontent
and have come back time and time again.
You were the constant earth-bonded pair
headless of seasonal change
I was the one searching for less uncertainty
needing a no questions asked escape
a place in which to hope
to see the greater view from better perspective.
You whispered when it was my time to leave
and leg-stretch miles away
to those dried out plains and humid hinterlands
to different people other challenges
and a chance to grow
away from the young man who used you as refuge.
You turn your heads away from prevailing gales
as autumn retreats again
and frost paints into and onto the strong-built wall
before the first high ground flurries
bring a cold announcement
of the dark days and wild nights of the season’s turning.
Yet your winter silhouettes are there still
like signposts to elsewhere
clinging on in heavy clay above the crumbled edge
by the thinking hoping bench
and the five-barred gate
that I pushed wide open all those many years ago.
Story of the Month