An Eternity II
And I begin my own steep climb into
The Chalkland Downs
Where none but stiff blast and
Warbling chants from drifting curlew,
Muffled and alarmed bleats from
Scattered flocks of confused and
Wandering sheep -
Home to the ancient Guardians!
And still the blustering winds,
Blowing hence Time-Immemorial,
Eroding into disapproving frowns
Etched on every crumbling brow
And sharp escarpment of balding peak;
Here all meddlesome tribes of men
Are held in equal contempt
By these benign Spirits
Secured far above the bustling and
Scrupulously bearing witness
To mundane existence of shabby
Disorganised and unkempt!
Every day noise slowly detaching,
Floating absently upwards -
Forever removed from the creeping
Of pretty seaside towns.
Nothing but a void -
An inestimable void of invisible
Whose serrated flight shuns the
Chaotic hours of Humankind;
A great void whose voluminous
Could quite easily inflate the
Of a wearied and depleted mind;
Above, hurrying nonchalantly,
And, somewhat, dismissively by:-
The outlined caricature of
Weakly traced against the dreadful
Of a vast grassland sky!
...And thus I find myself wondering,
What now of abandoned promises?
Pledges, once earnestly sworn,
Callously disowned and then thrown
Thee unpalatable stigma of this
How easy words are to utter -
What an utter confoundment
When one tragically feels so
To irretrievably renege on all such
This bellowing furore that does,
At an instant,
Most strangely, inwardly roar
As if enraged like a muted,
Sudden squalling gusts, slamming
Into the car,
Appearing, apparently, from out of
To vigourously assault unto the
Angry columns of towering air;
The tumultuous display of Heavens
Finally, at last - arraigned enmasse!
...Then...a subdued wail that wails
Amidst a wailing silence...
Which, more and more,
Oh so ever disconcertingly...
As if a lamentation for happier
Moments long since past...
Would seem to emanate from within
The very depths me!
Helplessly trapped in an
Solitary, brown-coloured bottle of
For all of a damnable eternity!!
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2017
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