Amongst the stones with heather grown
A fog lay on the land
And it did seem, as in a dream,
That I could almost stand
Upon that shroud with my head bowed
And drink the fragrance in
Transporting me to days carefree
When it did all begin
We’d walk these hills in warmth or chill,
Glad in any weather
To spend our time, oh so sublime
Here amongst the heather
But now you’re gone, and I still long
To have you by my side
And so, bereft, accept what’s left
Imagine days gone by
Upon these hills there’s now a chill
And all’s not as it seems
Between the stones with heather grown
I walk as in a dream
This is my response to Photo prompt #writephoto -walking on air, by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
This has such a springy rhythm, I can almost feel the heather under my feet!
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🙂
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As beautiful and otherworldly as the photo. (K)
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I agree!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, Ken. This has such a ballad feel–the rhythm and the narrative. But there’s also that dreaminess, “and all’s not as it seems.”
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The distance has such a soft feel to it, ethereal, yet holding something – but what?
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I don’t know. . .something.
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The sense of longing is so strong within this poem. Beautifully done.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Channeling a touch of the Romantic poets, I think. Magical.
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Thank you!
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Your poem reads so well.. like a classic.
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Merci!
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What a beautiful poem.. I drank in all of that fragrance and feeling that went with it.. Many thanks
Sue
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This makes me want to go to Ireland, and remember.
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I imagine those would be special memories.
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Very like a modern Burns. Loved it.
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Tank you most kindly, sir,
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As well as… Thank you most kindly, sir!
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Very poignant.
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Thank you. I’ll share some of the credit with Sue’s photo, for creating the atmosphere.
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Purest beauty in every line. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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This is beautiful, Ken… and captures something of how I feel up there. Thank you.
What I don’t understand at all is why the pingback has only just this minute made itself known, months late!
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Thank you, Sue. Those first three verses were written with you in mind.
WordPress gremlins at work. Interestingly, the blog I just posted is a group of photos a took yesterday. I was curious to see if I had saved anything in my Photography category. This poem was in there, instead of being in my Photo Prompt category, so I changed it. I didn’t click anything, but maybe the change sent a new pingback.
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That must be what happened…as I know I included your link in the original round-up…and thought then how perfect the poem was. The last two verses too. My late partner’s ashes are up on the moors.
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