The challenge today is to write a poem based in the natural world.
Fractured and formed.
The rocks, laid down in an ice age so many years ago, are bare to the atmosphere
And the rivening force of the rain and snows, the wind driving particles upwards
Into the atmosphere, and seeding the storming clouds with miniature rocks
And airborne gravel; those rocks, forming the river bed and banks,
And guiding the torrents from mountain to sea, ox-bowed lakes
And random pools, swirling and spinning in the whirlpool of life.
Your life was part of those rocks, part of the limestone pavements
And the granite cliffs, part of the river bed and the grey-cast screes,
Your breath was interwoven in the soaring trees and waving bracken,
And your laugh carried on the last breath of the evening breeze.
(c) 2ndwitch, 05/04/17
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