Arid Lands

Arid Lands

 

Across expanses far and flat

The freezing wind doth howl,

Through desolation cold and harsh

No sign of beast nor fowl.

 

No feet have trod these arid lands

No eyes have sought a path,

No heart has longed to venture here

No settler built a hearth.

 

Far horizons curve the flatness

Cold stars spray the sky,

Freezing diamonds in the blackness

Crescent moon hangs high.

 

Sleet and snow and driving rain

Assault in winter’s bleak,

Whilst blazing sun and baking wind

Prevail in summers fleet.

 

Grasses blow in rolling waves

As far as sight can see,

And cobalt skies of burnished blue

Are cloud and eagle free.

 

Sand grains blowing, heaping, rolling

Dusty dunes do form,

Moving west in steady flow

Sand waves without a storm.

 

Silent, silent, shrill and silent

Wind’s persistant howl

Shreiking in the rolling grass

No trace of beast nor fowl.

 

Far horizons defy logic

Something in the dark,

Huge and vague a shadowed something

Ghosts from Ancients hark.

 

 

Marshalg

@theGate

Mangere Bridge

4 May 2009

 

                                                                                     

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Reviews

[Ripple of Aqua]

This is a very intimidating and awe inspiring piece. The old English gave it a real authentic take on how we saw the world you traveled. Marvelous. Better then what I think many people could write; normally they would say the way they look at the world as a humble toy in destiney, or maybe even the boldest person to walk these steps. Instead you wrote the scene around you as an equal. Very refreshing.