Poetry

Monday, 20 March 2023

Great Breech Wood


I went to walk in Great Breech wood
And found myself where trees abound
The North wind blew between dead twigs
And curled the leaves that lay on the ground

My nose it twitched, my ears they itched
I felt the presence of deer and hounds
I saw a squirrel run to a trees furthest reach
And heard the forest birds song of sound

The nettles stung, the beeches browned
The Oaks were strengthened by the ground
The leaves curled in the winter furls
That twirled the wind and around me wound


And my love did call from beneath an ash’s eves
Like a satellite I was drawn to its planetary crown
Then Great breach wood was torn asunder
It gave forth lumber of Larch and pine
All of it under a winter storms thunder
Which rattled the bones of all those near
Their toppling heights and treacherous climbs

My dear lady was struck by a bolt of lightning
A love dart from the Gods struck her in her prime

And the planetary dark that ensued was a wonder
To walk in this park I felt was a crime
My romantic soul wished to lurch in search of a number
By which I could dial then bring back the time

But the forest which was wiser than mountains
Held my soul fast so alone I did climb
To birth the last hope I had of my loved one
And set her soul free her one God to find

Now alone I walked through the forest alive
Badgers scurried like bank clerks collecting
Their wad of twigs and worms like knives

The wood pecker sung the pigeon cooed
A single black bird alone mewed

And rats slumbered beneath
Rotting tree limbs
As foxes cavorted singing howling hymns

Then the forest was then quiet as a graveyard hushed
As greenery flourished
And foliage lushed

The sandal wearing saint was knighted
The night began its game
Half housed between this world and the next
Advantaged
As in the eves called the owls

And many Stations of the Cross were planted
As herbs and forest plants were avowed
Into sacred celebration
Of the moon lit majestic cows (boughs)
Who’s alien forms besmirched the landscape
And past the night with heavy sounds

Until in the dawn rose the single starlings
In the flock of chorus loud
And beneath the canopy of heaven
Wrote the names of those in shroud

To be remembered by the martyrs
Who had seen and died,
And lived then bowed

And this I saw while I was walking
All this was mine of to be most proud
Inside the Breach of the Great Wood Vaunted
And opened its vaults to the sun and the cloud


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