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Copse; a many interim,
exalt the faces.
Stallions walk where
the horses run.

And the bayou dances.

Bush-flame odyssey;
remedy of yellow buds.
Purple pasture with a
summit of thankyou.

Skyline blushing,
without fearful ambit.

© John Ashleigh 2013


Time for another piece by John Ashleigh today. It’s been a while since we last featured this writer, and this piece is of his usual high standard of work. An astute observation of nature (one of John’s signature aspects of his poetry), this piece is highly reverential, whilst at the same time analytic of the position of the observer, both spatial and metaphysical. A concise piece, highly effective and beautifully constructed.

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