Wonder to drown

We drowned here today...

Sluiced along curious Holloways papered in shell.

We knew few colours by name,
Yet saw how they merged, circled, embraced,
to sweet-talk the senses to parley.

Last night the first Redwings sipped the late air
with the high-muffled chatter of Fieldfares passing.

Morning came garnished in far borrowed glories.

The place where we wonder to drown.

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Drawn to places glorious
to taste the other far side
unbeknownst to us
deepest thirsty waters
become our last forever home..

You've painted a lovely tragedy, I think....
Perhaps the drowning is not fatal
but chosen , just the same..

......
♥

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly- and you are right, the drowning is chosen to be immersed in the ocean of colour and wonder that bides in the great outdoors- I would see it as natural baptism , of sorts-returning from the woods refreshed and reborn.
Thank you very much indeed!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Oh, I do understand now.... You are welcome Ali...

Jazzy

[Ruth]

There is a tragic beauty to this. The metaphor is beautifully woven and the imagery vivid, wonderfully written Alistair :)

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly- it is about letting go, to be consumed by the moment.
Thank you for those kind words, Poppy.