Nowhere In Sight

On a grassy verge above the surging rill she stood fair haired and proud, three leaf clover substrate at her toes. Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked from my neighbours walk-in green house. Woman of resplendent peerage cast a pearlescent glance among the swirl-frond waves that prey on fractured fjords. At a distance, in her mind. But not for long before we fled like butterfly escapees over marshes, mounds and meads. Shriek from sun-dried swallow as we stumble awkwardly upon their woodbine nest. Noonday train fire iron to the fossil fuel bled caterpillar plain, rural muzak for a pinpoint tip toe dash through barren fodder, spiny thistle scald on insect bitten arch, splashes are a symbol on our craft stitch needle knitwear. Yet I struggled to keep pace on raw earth sand stone, crab apple briar tangles by the dozen hung like plastic refuse obstacle, but nothing now could halt this headlong sprint to who knows where. Date written; 23rd Of December 2020 Date posted to contest ; First Of October 2022 Contest name ; 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Sponsor ; Mark Toney A 26 line poem