This is a piece I wrote nearly two years ago, whilst I explored sound. I’m posting it here because I want to.
Wrapped delicately in sun
we run windward
through whip-grass leg stinging fields.
We, youandme mud-thick slickshoe slide
downhill.
Rainscented hedges guide us
to the river edge
Cobble-bottomed rush-Gush torrent
C h I l L s our-nakedtoes squeeling
(heron stiltwalk watches)
from boulder……….to rock………. to bank……….to boulder and
…..back to bank…..
wet-skirted skin sticking wrappedcotton legs.
Dolorous darkCLOUDS
tumble over and over-each-other
fatly
granite
tipped from the heavens in a booming
hill-echo:
thunderrumble
(how many miles, how many? oneelephant twoelephant threeel…)
lightning – we-gasp
minnow silver-darting Quicksilver-Quick
to shadowbottom
riverbed.
Limbache of longing – our childhood Dartmoor
deluge me
I sweep myself away in this downpour