What is Broken
there is a crack
in the green moor edged
with white limestone
the air it breathes
out is cool it is
deep fresh and you may go
through it by tunnel in
breathing darkness to deep
basin caves which are
theaters of mime in gold-brown
rock which have mounds
fantastic built drop
by limestone drop over
aeons and when your thought
stands back thousands
of years you see
this roiling stone
dreamscape is cover for ancient
catastrophe for gargantuan
rock-fall
the bleeding and the moan now
stilled the splinters
smoothed and high
many feet high
above your head there is another
earth-crack and the sky is blue and on the moor a lark
is singing
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Categories: Nature in the Cracks
Beautiful, Nic, quite beautiful and a pleasure to hear you read it.
Thanks so much, Allan!