Solstice & Summer Wayfarer

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Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I've been long-listed to be Penguin's 'Summer Wayfarer' (see here) but in order to make it into the shortlist of ten I need public votes - I'd be keen to emphasise the relationship between poetry and nature and document my travels in verse!

You can watch my video and vote for me here, I'd really appreciate it (and the deadline is tomorrow! Scary stuff!).

 

Solstice

I feel the quiet
beneath my feet.

The clouds above me
laze in a series of shapes
that appear relaxed,
laid-back and steady
with the rhythm of my feet.

Heat rises in whispers
of blurred yellow
from fields of bronze;
the crisp corn creaks
in the dry earth, and,
as crop gives way
to canopy I see ahead
leftover shards of timber,
the smooth trunks
simmering.

The ground curls
with the crunch of dead leaves
and as I pause for water,
sitting on a trunk,
I watch the rabbits
poke about the pines.

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◄ Tungsten

Silence ►

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