In Chests of Flint

‘Ere dark o’ the sun

Is total, the near-solstice sky flares;

There’s dark honey crystal in the cloudscapes,

Moorland heather petals smeared

On damson jam bubbles and lavender blossom.

Greedy anonymities of grey

Will just as soon steal it all away,

Tuck it jealously away in buried chests of flint.

But it will linger, comfortingly,

Behind my eyelids for a goodly while.

It isn’t all about being somebody,

Sometimes it’s just about

Simply noticing the dying light

… and holding it,

And keeping the faith.

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5 thoughts on “In Chests of Flint

  1. assia7 says:

    It’s marvelous…

  2. greenpete58 says:

    Thanks for liking my blog post. I wish you and your blog a healthy and successful 2017!

  3. Sue Vincent says:

    This is really beautiful. I love the moors and the old stone..and the skies where the clouds come down to play.

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