Spray-on Orkney Sweater
In the winter's brutal smile
Tree calls out to tree
Along the woodland's fatal mile
To black infinity
In sombre single file
They stand in wait for me
But I can never intercede
Never plumb the pool
To grasp the sacred weed
Or drown th'unwritten rule
For those who do not bleed
In Fate's unhallowed school
If the future's faltering stride
Tramps our dreams to dust
Though the chasm gapes wide
Too wide for those to leap who must
We seek in vain to hide
The gap we can't adjust
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 16th December 1998. |