Crevassed trunks
Soaked in low light of northern sun
Leant angled on a rocky shore
Reclining pines
Smooth shades of pink
Soar lofty over secret loch
Inset within a wild moor
Forgot
Tranquil
Distant
Silhouette
Descended from primeval dawn
Direct below
Wild twisting roots
Exposed
Grotesque
Through gravels shallow turn
Entwined
Abandoned cones
Twixt antler horn
Lie upon the forest floor
Forlorn
Symbols both
Of life
Unformed
Before..
Still waters
Silent set
Shallow
Spreading
Deep and cool
Ethereal
Isolated
Upland pool
Calm
As mercury
About the pebble stone
Stood solitary
In the bay
Stone of eternity
That patiently awaits
Wearing
Slowly
Slow
Away
Marsh grass
Black clumps
Along the ragged margins edge
Petrified
Unruffled images
In mirror set
Imprisoned
Frozen
In a landscape
Filled
With quietness
The faintest whisper
If here spoke
Would split apart
As lightning
Shatter atmosphere
Evoke
An act of violence
As words intrude
Into this place
Of silent thought
Peace
Broke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb... beautifully shaped moulded and formed in words.