North East in Eden
At the border where North meets West and East,
Hillsides slide into northern flatlands…
Seduced with levity,
I forget darker scenes;
Sucking life to premature death...
Tearing reason’s staff,
From solid ground.
A twisted mind,
Tortured by deaths...
The stench of corrupting goodness
Rising from rivers of unworthy termination...
Now seeks the meandering streams of memory;
Sticklebacks skimming in idle becks,
Pond Skaters on quiet pools,
Swallows darting -
Chirruping cheerful summers,
Curlews crying a plaintiff strain...Stay;
Larks raising me to past joys,
Butterflies drawing me down their fluttering path,
Over my safe earth
My Tranquil lake…
Where Reed Mace whispers peace.
Opened by desiccating sun,
Echoes my shattered mind,
Cracked by hate, bigotry, intolerance
The ranting of the right...
Hostility ringing round half-forgotten Ulster hills.
Now, surrounded by the scented air
And ripening Barley fumes,
Hogwort raises her mature head,
Acknowledging the fertile sun
Setting on her bed of hungry children
In eternal rays,
Rising poppies wave at me
Without addictive platitudes
That promise vapid dreams of paradise
Northward, dark woodland
Her dark, garlic-scented sweetness
Drawing death’s bitter cud...
I had left for hillocks of the dead...
Where those who breathed tomorrow
Lie in unquiet rest...
From landscapes of mourning,
She called me home.
Cypress - tall and motionless,
Breathe the perfumed exhalations…
Moon rising behind
Streaks the Barley heads with mellow glow.
Green fields without the staining of lost life…
Like the raging torrents of the dead.
Mind flees to boyhood earth...
Where eternal orbs illuminate the
Cooling Towers at Selby...
I am returned to Eden,
Inhaling her tomorrows.
© David McLoughlin August 2010