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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Suddenly I’m there
Suddenly I’m there
Hearing the birdsong above the murmuring of the water
Cool under the tree
Enjoying the dappling of the hot sun
Breathing deep
Inhaling the scents of a woodland stream
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Poem inspired by Zen Postcard 13 at https://photo-art.me/2016/07/01/zen-postcard-13/
Lava once flowed here to meet the ocean in hissing and steam
Cooled into writhing shapes that tear our feet as we clamber over
Drawn to the bright signs of encroaching life
Orange yellow lichens spattered as if by Pollock
And one clasp of vibrant green in the gray
Washed by tides, holding fast, reaching to the sun
Proclaiming conquest
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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