Saturday 20 July 2013

Entangled


Cyetry 3

ENTANGLED

Riders escape as Chimera calls
triallist routes through tree tunnels 
custom carbon with Wicca in the dales 
fields of scent covered with green

Villages slowing time in England
white wattle daubed walls black beams 
Gatorskin grip on green lanes 
crashing, rolling fields 
A fox trot in a flattened valley world 

Out of the blue a trail to tea rooms 
tucked away -a Tibetan retreat in a Scottish highland 
through an ancient gate 
racing away with my wild love
 
cafe 
coffee 
cake

A peaceful country pub; an isolated ale
It's real, the Camra never lies
Monros stare over hills green and black
Crask punctuates a long and winding road
the treeless forest land bows. 
Chapeau .

Pump....electric blue sky ,with
cassette tackling contours of the coast 
booster gell, sound of swell
shimmering beach track where
seagulls dance and
Graeae waves 
fall, crash, calm, cycle
Summer breezed legs pump till
pavement turns to sand.

cafe
coffee
cake

Plunging through Green Lanes,
wildflowers twitter for  pterygota.
collude with cottages, thatcherism rife
white van, untamed heathland, 
Harpies cause fatigue by magic

Shards of golden light 
piercing great limbs of Oaks,
Horned gods parting fronds
Grab bottle, gulp and 
grip through craggy landscape, 
behold the babbling blue 
A nod to Oceanides freedom of the forest

Lanes conspire with  pot holes, 
freewheel gears on an ancient monument,
 ...brake
 medieval post holes-for Mick,
now digging the Great Spirit 
fresh smell, contented Cow

cafe
coffee
cake

A dash of orchid in the hedgerow
single track with an unkempt strip of green hair over invisible white line 
brake...tractor splinters flint,
breaks sacred arrowheads
inner tube inner turmoil 

Mr Badger hates society.
road kill . Cull. Trouble at Den
Speeding van. Butt flies freely. Fumes. Poisoning the allotments of hope
Green man fading through to grey.
Ride. 
Come on.

Concrete beckons, brick city outskirts
traffic, tension, tailbacks, turbos.
loaded lorries looking for Motorways
Turn down some Avenues
Turn up some Streets
Cars carry consumers
Gardens most neat.

Nephelae display for demise of city Gods.
Badger, Badger,what did you die for? 
Badger says nothing at all
Au revoir Gaia.
I would search everywhere to hear your song.
Soft silent veil falls.

Pegasus stabled.
Afterglow invades every cell.
Home.

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