Framed out of the cut-out hide
little egrets gently rock their young
in heron nests high in ancient trees
as wind moves us
away
from the mainstream
down the winding path
to this Other –
a dimension rustling under feet
with secret dormice in
their hidden hazel thicket
we should turn back –
the busy road’s waiting
to scoop us in its flow
but something draws us on
away and
further down the track –
Enchanter’s Nightshade
lines the path – a Milky Way of daystars
like those white stones
from fairytale that led the children
to the cottage –
we must find the heart
the tick of the place
and talk of how a Circle
might lie in wait for us
round
that next corner
where the tree-giants
ash oak and lime –
may we
be changed –
our beat chime in time with the wood
- Watch us squirrel to the top
through the canopy and out
of the frame
to the sun
(Note: Swell Wood is on the Somerset Levels, ten miles east of Taunton)
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