Narroways

Miles from anywhere

We are lost in primal woodlands.

Squirrels scamper across pine-coned paths.

Birds crowd our conversation. 

 

Summer’s foundation being wiped away,

we retread the same paths

crushing late autumn leaves

beneath our heavy souls. 

 

Glance allotments on one side

A railroad track the other

and through the metal fence

we view a cityscape and tower blocks. 

 

 

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I felt myself walking through this poem with you. So much of it reminds me of how things are around here this time of year. The old leaves are all fallen and faded now and the first cold chills of winter are in the air. You bring such beauty to everything you write and you have a gift for description moments that is subtle, yet powerful. Your words are still resonating with me.

Cityscape and tower blocks - gorgeous :)

[jeRRy.whaLLey]

again eyes are wide open seeing all the world and your pen is dipped in that language only the heart can hear - Poetry is words that dance to a music only our heart can hear and here you've combined pine cones and squirrels with birdsong to infuse your crystal eyed seeing with this numinous music -

[Blackbirdsong]

I think I love this more coming back to it after such a long time, and also have so many of lost their works. I'm glad you didn't. This poem is such a well-told, wonderful journey.

[Emily B]

We retread the same paths. But where we're going is not where we've been. So much of uncertainty in the towery cityscape. New beginnings also means endings. I wonder what I will think the next time I come?

[Emily B]

We retread the same paths. The same but different now. There are so many lovely unexpected combinations of words. It has a lilting, lovely quality so reminiscent of the season.

[Donald Meikle]

allotments! That brought me back in a rush of memory. Thanks Ness. We live in country now on a road that turns to dirt, just yards from the end of the property. I haven't heard allotments referred to since !950

[Lydia Shutter]

"Birds crowd our conversation."

What a delicious bit of imagery this is. I can picture two people off in the woods enjoying not only each other's company, but communing with nature. The city is never far off, but the woods, well, they provide a bit of a sanctuary for the adventurous couple on a fall day. Lovely!! Lydia

[Sel Whiteley]

I really liked this poem. It was filmic and evoked the autumnal feel in a place I know well. I loved how you combined sight and sound. What better way to start then with the image and sonics of:

Squirrels scamper across pine-coned paths.
Birds crowd our conversation.

In the last two stanzas, you've really captured the essence of Autumn in a urban escape. Absolutely beautiful

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, I really loved this piece. It make me start thinking about going camping. Wonderful write.