so what
deep deeper
than
I'd known
before
I perch
on a brow
of hills
by way of
shepherd paths
bedevilled
by midges
eyeballs bitten
gorging
my skin
so what
mad to come
alone
mad not to
through my bloody eyes
I see
bewildering emptiness
no lights
no farms
just the distant roar
of a spume blown sea
below
mountains crown
endless
brown black bog
heather purple
gorse yellow
I drop to my knees
in tiredness
and wonderment
an old hut
roofless
solid
is in sight
tonight
I'll sleep
with shitty
black head sheep
no-one will miss me
except maybe
the skylark
dancing
for heaven's delight
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2017-09-29 at 17:45
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