Baddow hall fruit farm
Robert Kingston
Very few knew what lie behind
this hill land farm where
wheels would whine
Where horses roamed
through day through night
as travellers weary would
alight...
lanterns born burning
bright
would tease the fish across
a span of water, silty, drifting right.
.
And at daybreak, waking
bleary eyed
A new spring rain, an
early sun
So bold it burned the
songs
that nestled in the shades
of plum...
lined orchards slowly
flaking
back to whence life began.
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Robert Kingston
Rob, your a fine wordsmith. You conjure magic, not a piece you only read once & move on, it needs thought and revisiting.
ReplyDeleteyou are right Len. A fine piece that deserves comments. Beautifully evocative.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Rob
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