SCAR ROCK (HEREFORDSHIRE)
Tumbling down
the moss green slide
under the crack of foot
deep in the shadows
of the brittle wood.
Tree serpents rise
from the darkness
out of the blaze
still anchored to
the ancient seed that
unfolded the first green light.
Roots wrestle in thorn
and bramble widespread
in rage of forest flame
the colour of the salmon
that swim in the deep
and shallows for the fisherman and poacher
who pass this precarious way along the steep banks
of the river Wye and the lovers
who carve their names
to grow old with the oak
in the hour before
the fading light.
Avie.
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