FELL FALL

 FELL FALL

 

 

Mist mellows, swathes

the bracken waste, moves

mountains and retrieves

 

a shadow of their former state –

a throbbing sigh, veiled certainty.

 

Prey to this cold allure

the crag-fast fear subsides:

tamed by its achromatic spell

the enthralled mind contrives

 

a vision which can penetrate

the substance of the rock. Unlock

the memories of strange

remoter climes; time lost

 

in mystery, fusing the venerated

past with present vulnerability.

 

Mist swathes the bracken waste,

tastes history, mellows and moves

a range of fells, slowly retrieves

 

a shadow of their former state –

veiled certainty, a subdued sigh.

 

 

                           Malcolm Evison

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One Response to FELL FALL

  1. Happy says:

    Enjoy fusion of venerated past and present vulnerability; that \’v\’ is balanced. Like spareness of word selection; also read at other blog and enjoyed but cannot comment there. Thanks for sharing.

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