Influence

Influence

A Poem by Harold
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A narrow, and remote, lane in North Cornwall; leading, eventually, up to an ancient, granite, cross. Here the powers of nature are definitely in the ascendancy over the works of man.

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It was still early

When I turned to walk down the lane.

The air was already warm;

Hardly moving;

Fetid with cow dung;

Patchy with insect-swarms.


Before me, a large tree,

Had tried to reach across the way;

A cluster of its tangled limbs,

Shaped, from that line of sight,

Like a gigantic, boney, fist.


Its companions,

Acolytes, or familiars,

Had, sometime, snaked upwards,

Like screams, frozen across the sky.


Moving past;

Glimpses of broken-down walls;

Slates, almost totally subsumed

By the tide of mosses, ferns and ivies.



Knotted tree roots,

And all manner of undergrowth,

Had a strangulating grip,

On anything that might once

Have been a gate, or fence-post.

Very little of man’s influence remained,

Just the road itself, grassy down the middle;

Hoofprints embedded in pats;

Tractor-treads in slurry.


Amongst it all,

Blackthorn blossomed,

As white as tumbling surf;

The high-air, filled

With a gamelan of lark-song.


Eventually, rising to a crossroads,

The vegetation became less choking.


Crows, roosting on what had once been, a barn,

Coughed, before retreating.


There,

Stood a malformed,

Centuries-old, ‘cross’;

Mysterious and remote;

It’s influence, Pagan, or Christian,

(Perhaps both);

Still powerful. 

© 2020 Harold


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Harold
Harold

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I am a physicist by day, but an amateur composer and writer in my spare time. Although I have tried my hand at short stories, which always seem to turn into ghost stories, my principle writing medium.. more..

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