Friday, January 25, 2019

Beyond the Gate (Day 737)

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:

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: PxHere

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