There, light bursting through
the clouds, stilling the heart.
How long we have dwelt in a
land of storm and deep darkness,
unable to find rest, longing
to be pierced by the light, the
sight of the bright field burning,
battered by the winding days of
the season new. Such a hard land,
to lay bare the stoniness of the
heart. Sheer, rocky, conversant
with the wind that carries with
it the chill of distant peaks,
the stony gaze that stares back
patiently, but knowing too that
it was here that a blackbird first
sang, bearing the budding branch
of a land stripped bare before
time's ambivalent gaze.
J.M. Summers was born and still lives in South Wales. Previous publication credits include Poetry Wales, Another Country from Gomer Press and various other magazines & anthologies. The former editor of a number of small press magazines, he is currently working on his first collection.
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Nice imagery and symbolism