Bodmin Moor

The stag and the worm
and the tenderness of decay
the audacity of wasps
and the perseverance of grass
the hunger of wild things
and the defiance of dirt
the granite bones
and the anarchy of nightfall
the silence of birds
and the rhythm of rain
and the infinite solitude of poetry

4 thoughts on “Bodmin Moor

  1. One, not absorbing this, would be prone to ask stupid questions. Like where the hell you been? Only to find the answer as obvious as the audacity of a wasp. The closing line drips Byron, Wordsworth, et al. Icebergs in the mind’s mist. Drop me a line sometime. We have unfinished business.

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