by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Sep 2021 387 Views 10 comments
Madman in the hills
when he whistles
in bright notes
carried on the wind
down into the valleys
the distant dogs
howl
so he rocks
as an effigy
billowed before
the flames
then laughing
at his own shadow
in rolling cadences
such spirited mirth
lain in the grasses
with folded hands
For am I not
shackled to the sky
he calls
as an eagle to its nest
yet 'tis where I rest
between the peaks
in bright notes
carried on the wind
down into the valleys
the distant dogs
howl
so he rocks
as an effigy
billowed before
the flames
then laughing
at his own shadow
in rolling cadences
such spirited mirth
lain in the grasses
with folded hands
For am I not
shackled to the sky
he calls
as an eagle to its nest
yet 'tis where I rest
between the peaks
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Posted: Sep 2021
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Comments (10)
You capture the freedom and detachment of the condition remarkably well.
Regards Mick.
Thanks guys..
poor Chch, then up to Nelson
across and down the West Coast.
Apart from mozzies oh isn't it lovely.
My old stucco
two storey old-fashioned house,
the chimneys always a worry.
but stood, stand still after shakes