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The other day I visited my old home on the edge of the Dava Moor that wild space between Forres and Grantown on Spey.
Some things have changed but not those larch trees which for me still hold a certain spell.
Drawn to a sickbed window
witches held sway
on the green larches of
a childhood remembered.
From a storm-tossed pillow
the watcher heard the crack
and knock of cone-knuckles
against the glass,
glimpsed gnarled creatures
in pointed hats
mounted on steeds
that moved and bowed,
tethered to their host
as the child
held in fever chains.
Many thanks to my pals in the Forres Forwords writing group who are not without a magical way with words of encouragement and advice..
Beautiful. I went over the Dallas moor to Aberlour on Monday and the frost had turned the grassy landscape into fairyland.
ReplyDeleteMeg Woodward