Granite grey
scratches and pulls
a baleful wail
angst and terror
the irresistible pull
gravity
Playing as a lad
in green fields full of cow pats
considered lucky by the superstitious few
using
Days like these
when we are young and free
cycling dozens of miles
to the Quantock
Three friends came here
to this bleak and distant place
from kicking up dust
on the disused
Quelling the ancient voice
confused by what it sees
fight or flight
can't decide
would bring you
Who are you
where have you been
what do you see
are you the hands you shake
the smiles you
Crimson shadow laid to ground
the anointed pray
red heart cresting green hills over downs
a new
First flight in wave
my playground in the sky
effortless to remain free
twin sisters of time and