Beyond the Back Fence

There’s another world lying over there
Beyond the tall buildings, suburbs, highways
To tread; A place where only the brave dare
Where everything can vanish in the haze
It’s a place untouched by countless changes
A place where metal can only corrode
A place of scorched rock and mountain ranges
A place where there’s a single one way road
It’s where the sun beats downs relentlessly
As it’s always done for thousands of years
Where there’s sand as far as the eye can see
Waiting to prey on some long-repressed fears

And it will endure: This place of sand and rust
Even when the cities have turned to dust


1st June 2015

Dryad

In a winter forest I heard a song
It came resonating through all the trees
A song that could impress, astound and tease
I walked on, the sound guiding me along

The song led me to a thicket small
And a woman the likes I’ve never seen
Her flesh was smooth and coloured pale green
Her eyes blazed, her hair a black waterfall

She moved like her feet never touched the ground
And with her voice dead planets grew into bloom
Flowers emitted the scent of perfume
Of her pure voice, new life grew to the sound

I didn’t speak a word for I felt it wrong
I sat and I listened to the dryad’s song


16th March 2015