Monday, March 18, 2019

Desolation


The mountain trail you chose 
To walk today was once 
Full of the echoes 

Of peasants going back 
And forth from one village 
To the other; by the time 

You finished you’d walked 
Six miles and heard nothing 
Human but the sound 

Of one foot talking 
To the other, both yours 
For the asking. 





3 comments:

  1. I remember sitting near Loch Brittle taking pleasure in the quiet. That silence owed a good deal to the clearances two hundred years or so back.

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  2. Fine poem. The title is evocative in several directions too.

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  3. Thank you both; good to know others also appreciate the quiet that helps us compose ourselves.

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