A fragment of the wholeA Poem by BeccyTime stored all, but kept its council. Wrote no history of our creation, but chronicled instead, the ancient forests, the ceaseless oceans. Aeons passed, ember became fire, whilst multi hued moths gathered with wild mischief in their wings. A different species, populating every space, but sharing none. Still though, the forests bloomed, the tide ebbed and flowed, as chameleon like, nature adapted, nurturing the windblown seed, the hospitality of birdsong. An ending or sorts came by and by, a closing of the account. But it did not scar the tree, or venture where sea and sand were met; and the Magi proved no wiser than the humble shepherds on the hill, who had not calculated, but knew the way. ~~~~~~ Metal skeletons of the passing still bestride the land. Crows congregate, solemn in their contemplation of silent lines reaching out, seeking to communicate with what is longer there. And the white horse carved into the hillside is only resting.
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15 Reviews Added on July 28, 2018 Last Updated on July 28, 2018 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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