The Foothills Felt No Breeze
A few moments past twilight,
half a moment before blackfall,
I was sure there’d be time enough
and light enough
to return to the bodies I’d left behind.
My lifelong friends followed me,
we quaked under the bridge,
through the narrow tunnel,
up the steep, narrow footpath,
through the second tunnel.
We saw them still there,
just where I’d found them
and left them,
why would they not be there ?
Yet somehow
I wasn’t sure that they would.
Eerily visible from the distant road,
so brilliantly white
they almost glowed,
seven bodies hanging in the gloom,
this was how I found them
and left them.
Now they were five,
there was no hint of a breeze.
No longer hanging,
they stood like forgotten mannequins,
hoping, perhaps,
that we might breathe new life
into the quiet foothills.
29th April 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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