[verse] Pennine Way
Nov 30, 2010 8:32:43 GMT -8
Post by NumiTuziNeru on Nov 30, 2010 8:32:43 GMT -8
Eyes down.
Pay heed to evade the watch of crows by the wayside
Standing, waiting
Side by side
Eyes cold as the iron that runs through this place since time long gone.
The platforms are grey.
Whistles pierce the air and it wakes, stirs, only to fall asleep again.
Outside the fields fall behind
Yet no one can see them.
A stretch of old Devon plain
Worn by time and tales told upon each rugged stone.
They pass by countless times
Until it soon loses meaning.
Here it is silence.
Every man to himself,
Hidden in his world
His own memoirs of song that surround him alone.
Engine and thunder merge as one
And glass meets glass
Next to the halo of a child's breath
In repetition of a long-forgotten joy, simple and dumb.
Steelwork dawn
Pennies in the phonebox
The only answer is a tattered string of words
Some foreign tongue that since went and rotted away.
It is as worms in the mouth.
Upon fields of Asphodel where nothing reigns
Through a haze of white across the fell
Memories run back; a curious boy stood by the world's edge
Longing to reach out, grasping at fleeting glances
Of the same other that haunted his innocent fears.
A streetrat's song returns,
'Grindylow! Grindlow!'
And a faint smile flickers by at the way we were then,
The foolish innocents in game and malice.
The world is still as the falling wind.
The reedmace dances with itself, sending waves flittering across the surface
And the sheet of glass finally breaks, ripples,
As it will yesterday and did tomorrow.
Cold as stone in dead sea.
The mind slips back into quiet
The waiting chasm of moments primeval
Until the violet hour comes upon us
Weighted as the times, warm as the blood,
Edged by anxiety.
Remember the girl
With eyes of the earth-mottled heath
The promise of newfound days
And we return, to the waves breaking upon stone
On those same grey strands of our life
On that same grey Devon shore.
