For Gaia Holmes, Michael Stewart, Julia Deakin and William Thirsk-Gaskell, who ‘walked the line’ of ‘the stone stanzas’ by Simon Armitage.
Wind rushes through my hair
chasing it’s own speed.
My feet slowly crunch through rustling bracken.
I wrap my arms around the turbine
while it whirrs and clicks,
still I cannot quieten the wind
nor the gulls riding the thermals
squealing over the reservoir.
The wind and I go on at different speeds
to where the hillsheep graze
pink flowers grow from seeds that rattle in their pods
tinkling water trickles between the rocks.
Spreading my coat over the crispy grass
I lay back in the heat of the day.
While the seed pods of the broom crack
II listen to the mewing
of the buzzard wheeling overhead.
Muffled discharge of gun
harrier gone with the speed of the wind
capercaillie screams and hisses
skylarks sing with the angels way up high.
Somewhere in the distance
groaning, belching, clattering of antlers
disturbs the black grouse
it runs, echoing it’s popping sound.
A golden eagle, the maestro calls
kaah – kaah, to bid me goodnight
linnets gather to sing their lullaby.
In the silence as the sun descends
pine cones tick – tick – tick and close.
Elaine Morris (c) 2012