Poetry

2002
Nicholas Fletcher, Aged 37
North Yorkshire, UK
Wild and Free
She swoops along a patterned
lane, free like the wind. The
clouds hang like puffs of smoke
in the roof of her home that has
no top.

The sun melts the stars as nature
awakens. Droplets of rivers fall
off feathers that are like moments -
here and now, frozen in time and
lost forever in tranquillity.

Feet melt in mists of sand, to a
pounding heart. An arching tail like
a giant coil pounds the sea, like beer
froth swirling. They cannot tame a cruel
heart, where beauty wears many masks,
and love and hate collide in a land where
mercy does not exist.
A ledge of reflections in a canvas
of nature. Clouds collide and dance
as sweeping shadows cross the
mottled land. The prey becomes
the hunter and the hunted.

The floating silhouettes on the
rugged windswept sunset pierce
the soul of a heart that’s so wild and free.

© 2002 Nicholas Fletcher - Contributed in November 2002

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