ash plant

against
the tableau
of a western sky
she stands
lichen lawned
mossy moored
ivy clad
still standing
defiant
against
atlantic gale
here
when every
red coloured
sail filled
the bay
with fortune
solitary
now
and yet
unbowed
she lives
the past
unfutured



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-07-26 at 19:48

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kath
...the magic of trees ..... I wish I could hear them whisper in a language I would understand as I belive they carry many secrets ...

a beautiful write as always....... making me crave the outdoor and actually a landscape that is not outside my door .... that is a bit anoying :) but I take myself there on the road of imagination ,....

best wishes
kath
2007-07-29