A Savage Beauty.

Along this craggy rock strewn path
Across the weathered tor
I see it all before me
In the harshness of the moor

Its coat of many colours
As through the seasons it will change
From swirling mist in morning light
As beautiful as strange

Inviting as its deadly
Like a spider in its web
Shimmering in the half light
Walk the spirits of the dead

So many hidden secrets
I doubt we'll know them all
For all her savage beauty
In the wind her sirenn calls

Before the age of pagan druids
To this time of modern man
Her ever changing landscape
Hides the bones of those it can.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 12:40

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normalil
Describes perfectly the sometimes scary beauty of our moorlands. It took me there.
2007-05-12


Kathy Lockhart
this one is bookmarked. I am simply in awe of its beauty in words and imagery
2007-03-23


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
An awesome piece. Took me right there. Peferect pace and flow as always.
2007-03-22


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Graham
I had visions of Heath Taw moor here and Dunnabridge pound near Poundsgate on Dartmoor I used to fish there many years ago at night for seatrout
rgds Mike well done
2007-03-19