East Devon Beacon

East Devon Beacon by Michael R. Burch Evening darkens upon the moors, Forgiveness?a hairless thing skirting the headlamps, fugitive. Why have we come, traversing the long miles and extremities of solitude, worriedly crisscrossing the wrong maps with directions obtained from passing strangers? Why do we sit, frantically retracing love’s long-forgotten signal points with cramping, ink-stained fingers? Why the preemptive frowns, the litigious silences, when only yesterday we watched as, out of an autumn sky this vast, over an orchard or an onion field, wild Vs of distressed geese sped across the moon’s face, the sound of their panicked wings like our alarmed hearts pounding in unison? Keywords/Tags: East, Devon, Beacon, England, Moors, Forgiveness, Maps, Miles, Lost, Directions, Compass Points, Moon, Geese, Lights, Headlights, Headlamps, Fugitive