so what

deep deeper

than

I'd known

before

 

I perch

on a brow

of hills

by way of

shepherd paths

bedevilled

by midges

eyeballs bitten

gorging

my skin

 

 so what

mad to come

alone

mad not to

 

through my bloody eyes

I see

bewildering emptiness

no lights

no farms

just the distant roar

of a spume blown sea

 

below

mountains crown

endless

brown black bog

heather purple

gorse yellow

 

I drop to my knees

in tiredness

and wonderment

 

an old hut

roofless

solid

is in sight

 

tonight

I'll sleep

with shitty

black head sheep

 

no-one will miss me

except maybe

the skylark

dancing

for heaven's delight

 

 





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-29 at 17:45

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Alas the miges, will always find you, no mater where you hide!
Ken
2017-09-30