25/11/2007
A bit of Poetry
A Break in the Silence
On the threshold of a new day, a misty day,
Stuffed full of possibilities....
The trees seemed to raise themselves
on to the tips of their roots,
Better to escape the white shroud which covered them.
The snow sparkled as if handfuls of glitter
had been scattered onto every available surface and
even into every crack.
At the edge of the forest, black and uninviting,
boulders squatted, looking like strange creatures
with white shells, almost prowling amongst the trees.
Suddenly, up high, one tree, then another and another,
were hit, whipped violently.
The forest went into a panic!
There it was! Could you feel it! The agitation in the air?
There it was! Could you feel it! The agitation in the air?
Then it started to move forward, its passage leaving everything
Shaken and crushed.
Forced into narrow canyons and through unexpected curves
it demanded insistantly that you keep on looking.
A tree trunk went hurtling by like a fast car out of control.
The rows of wood and iron waited, hidden and expectant.
It arrived with full force. The din it made when it realised
it couldn't mix earth and sky together was unbelievable.
The white shroud was now riddled with green spires,
and the trunks lay skinned and bare.
In the village, on a bench, by the road where the hot gluey tar
is being poured to fix a hole, a man sits.
His arm outstretched along the backrest of the bench,
a puddle at his feet, oblivious to the spectacle which had just occurred;
A pile of books by his side, one in his hand.
He hears something knocking and looks up, then up at the sky.
He sees a rend in the clouds, he smiles and continues to read.
It just might be a fine day today, he things.
No stretcher required here today afterall!
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