The Singing Woods
Slipping
on to a motorway
you are challenged
by a charging elephant -
an unyielding juggernaut
terrorising you.
Surviving - just about,
driving on, on track,
easing away, onwards.
Words
throwing you a lifeline -
hauling you away
from the brink.
Settling
into cruise mode:
gathering at will
the gifts unpaid, unaided,
words
that drop into your head
seductive and insistent,
waiting on you to work,
to be yours:
words
that spring up
in your singing woods.
Falling metaphors
in the light
filtering through.
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