Friday, 18 January 2019

catharsis in the stones

catharsis in the stones

the cat’s eyes see beyond 
the empty cottages,
  roofless in the rain grass,
bowdlerised, under-stated,
de-slated, under boulder skies.

sees the fool’s told history,
icy in streams that boldly cut
through the pretending heath,
warmed by the mountebank sun,
that promises a cure for all, in time;
in dreams, if you would so believe,
that the stag at rut
once more will boom
majestic at his grace,
in the desolation of this place.

but the cat’s eyes see 
  beyond the lies.
sodden in sleep 
and knowingly curled, 
under these 
rain grass boulder skies.

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