Saturday 14 November 2020

Landscapes of the Night




One from the archive, from 24/11/2004.

Landscapes of the Night

Dreams swirl into consciousness, alight
Fleetingly, then vanish into the night.
Yet conjure up a lake, hillside and town
Cinderella glorious dancing in her gown
Dark woods, where cries the tawny owl
A strange figure, wearing cloak and cowl
A caravan, an old woman reading cards
Mist swirling around nearby graveyards
Horses galloping furiously in fast pursuit
Gorse flowering, and trees ripe with fruit
The sea cascading on the beach in waves
The cold dark figure beside the graves
These are the denizens of dreaming time
They wander so silently as if in mime
Visions of the landscapes of the night
Vanish like the dew in waking light.

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