Photo credit: Louise Hastings
Beyond these hills in a darkening sky
the wind blows in a gust of stars
and I dream of flying, stepping off
this plinth of stone, to stretch my wings
and fly like the birds do, in wind and sun,
over earth and trees. I searched for this
wild place, became its guardian, watched
it change as I changed, my legs, my arms,
my face; I looked upon them like they were new
to me, all the cracks and storm-blown parts
belong to me as I stand alone among these empty
hours, waiting for the sunrise, the shaft of orange light
that brought me warmth and hope
before I heard the music and caught the fire.
Copyright @Louise Hastings 2013
On the horizon there are rumblings
as a white bird circles the sky,
its wings caught in betrayal
of the land and the sea,
and once clean waters
bled over rocks,
A nonet written for Onestoppoetry – Form Monday
I had the idea for this poem from my twitter chums, who were discussing ‘Fracking‘ this morning. Fracking is a technology used by the oil and gas industry to access “unconventional” natural gas deposits trapped in shale, coalbed, and tight-sand formations – potentially at the expense of underground water supplies. Like all these things, there is big money involved. But at what cost to our planet?
‘Artspiration’ by Bonnie of Original Art Studio
There is a secret
hidden in the garden
like a giant tree,
its roots twisting deep
into moist unsettled earth.
I float away
under its cool shade,
as his eyes look right through me,
beat against his breath,
the arc of a branch
bending, curled around
as I touch the sky,
it swallows us both.
The rain came,
leaves fell inside me,
blown along a
lining up the shore,
with arms held high
then sinking –
as autumn claimed
a tidal flood.
into a song never sung.
and then was gone.
waters from a spring
nourishing the ochre earth
puddling around her feet
blessed by southern skies
tracing contours of desires
grown in fertile soil
delving into depths
so deeply that she shudders
drenched in elements