Tag Archives: Hiking

Climbing the hill  

Puffing a little after the burning breakfast toast
I attempt my usual stride but the
slippy chossy track is steep
so I fix my mind on the wind in high branches
and Red Kites scattering skyward
anything other than the deep sharp knife point
of asthma embedded in my
chest this morning

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Lost

Mist lurks, gathers around a wan sun
in a fickle sky

Trees, afraid to stand in the open
stunted, bent, roots littered with bones

We pant raggedly, unyielding moor
draining us down to mires and darkness

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We are off to hike in mid-Wales, where the farmers refer to the land as MAMBA  (Miles And Miles of B**ger All). Hopefully, we won’t get lost!

Cliff

Cliff

I cannot take a breath
Swallow air
Rigid ribcage imprisons
Eyes fixated on the depth
A glinting lake beckons below
Made small by distance
Encircled by this cliff face
Glacially ground out
A bowl caverned into the mountain
Looking down exerts a pull
Closer to the cliff edge
Inhaling, stepping back
Defying the call of the cwm.

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Crying the moor

Crying the moor

Sedge and moss, peat and grass
Cover  the uplands
Sheep run from us, cattle simply watch
Clouds scud past, rain threatens
Stone track turns to muddy path
As we descend to the combe
Past the ruins, past the ponies
Towards the burble of falling water
The fluidity that carved the hill folds
The agent that governs this landscape
Made manifest in Hollocombe Water

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