Songs of Innocence 1
Up there, the sky is etiolated, breathless
The peaks mauver than the delicate sprouts of potatoes
Falls of mica schist in serried rows
Glittering as the scales of dragons
This mind mountain, this hope of rising!
Decisions are made at altitude
Misinterpreted in the heady cold of cwms
How will love ascend? of course it will..
As certain as the humps and foldings
Of the glacier which scoured such valleys
Inevitable as a slow heavy force
Which youth finds ineluctable, enticing
The coupling of ice and clay
Where nothing melts or mingles
The tattoos of maladroit ineptitude
Hiding a geology of bruised dismay.
Veronica Aldous All rights reserved 2016