I'm not really one for the great outdoors and walking for miles. I like my imaginative bubble and could very easily be a hermit!
Lucky for me then that I have Jero our retriever who for some odd reason quite likes fresh air and running after a tennis ball for miles! So out I go and not too bad really. Lots of ideas or solutions to writing problems present themselves when I'm out walking.
Still...I'm not really one for the great outdoors and walking for miles.
A poem below. And a wee photo of Jero below that.
WALKING
THE DOG
This
is what I like.
The
deep dense dark of the forest.
Don’t
give me hills rolled into one.
The
emptiness of an endless sky.
The
well- trodden path.
I
want dirt underfoot.
A
spirit broken sky of choking branches.
Eyelid
leaves blinking wet pus dripping eyes.
Hopes
and fears shapeshifting out of the corner of my eye.
Don’t
give me clear streams.
I
want murky depths.
Stagnant
surfaces.
No
tree of life.
Only
cannibalised limbs of forgotten trees.
No
obedient flowers all in a row.
I
want to hold my breath
Through
venomous sleeping Triffids.
One
false step and the horror awakens
To
snap the light from my eyes.
Give
me that possibility.
This
is what I like.
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