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