The road beyond the gate wobbled
and tripped over a countryside so green
as to stun the senses, painted so vividly
it seemed impossible you could not
feel and smell and taste each shade, but only
feast your eyes and pray the image lingered.
The road beyond the gate spoke your name
in a language without words, luring you
with a flirtatious curl here and a voluptuous
angle there, the parts you could not see
driving you mad with curiosity.
The road beyond the gate led you beyond
low-rolling hills, beyond verdant groves
and sheep-strewn pastures, beyond towns
and cities to the sovereign sea, on whose
elegant margin you sway, now, idling, eternal,
poised between yesterday and tomorrow.
Inspired by a mystical experience, as described by artist Duncan Grant (1885 – 1978), a member of the famous Bloomsbury Group. I came across Grant’s tale in this beautifully-written article: https://www.theculturium.com/duncan-grant-berwick-church/
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six