Valley Of Mills.... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Valley Of Mills....



there were open fields, horse ground, tractless....
there were marshes...where overgrown tracks
gently curved, winding through rushes...
no more clickety-clacks to frighten the red-winged inhabitants,
dipping and soaring...their flights tempted us from our books..
.took our eyes from the pages to a bluer light...
. flashes, dots of red punctuated that blue.... calling to our
young and wondering hearts....

we flew with them...discovered parts of a world, a music...
old, beyond time.... yet new to our untried limbs and minds....
.
there was breath....
there was a searing joy....
there was longing....
.....dread, anticipation.......we were so new....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Echo Ducquack 20 April 2010

Ohhh Delilah. You left me wanting more. I live in the heart of the industrial revolution in the north of England. I was expecting something to do with dark, satanic mills and contrasts. Yet, to emit that was to free my mind. Therefore, you achieved a result with me and promted me to comment. Respect. X

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