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Ridgeway

Ridgeway

 

Footfalls are thoughts; a path

A way of thinking, marked

With trails. Whole stories

Tell themselves in walking.

 

Chalk is a palimpsest washed

Clean every rain; our ways

Become erasures. New minds

Scribe the white with tales

 

Which fade as dust. Tests

Of urchins tell their own

Histories, side by side

With the season’s haws.

 

Thorns are waymarkers;

Stones, watchers. The road,

Trodden by ghosts of dreams,

Touches sky at nightfall.

 

Poem by Giles Watson, 2012.

 

Picture: wax crayon, gouache and watercolour.

 

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Taken on July 28, 2012