Moorland

A lean, stripped country:
bony spine and shoulderblades
stir beneath fell-boots.

The grazed valley side
is like a mildewed saddle
infested with lice.

Dirty grey boulders
huddle together up the hill
camouflaged as sheep.

In the ancient barn
past lives try to coalesce
around ancient tools.

Clouds disintegrate,
sliding over the hill's edge
into the sky's lake.

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© Brian Fewster and Terence Cluderay
Published in Limestone Landscape, 1993

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