they clung together in bolsters
like oblique trajectories
as finely woven splinters,
creeping – slighted
bound, mingling with damp,
atop algae covered stone
gloriously sated, in silent hues
of ochre tincture
now burnished bold
with fine alluvial dust
came quietly sweeping,
with haste – upstream
where crepuscular nocturnes
of liquid – churning
danced exquisite – alongside
the course battered flax
sun-dried, then parched
beneath intrepid blaze of sun
though only to return
under deep cloak of night
to lay inert upon humus
in dank, drizzled shards
near a barren mound
upon a dark chiselled plain
©Orion Foote 2016
Lovely imagery 🙂
Too true, Dean. It does. Very nice.
Cheers Dean – I admire everyone on here for their own unique writing, even though I don’t comment on everything – for the most part it’s a pretty solitary passion and it’s nice to have a forum to share – respect to all.
lovely earthen cadences, & I found, on first reading, it read itself to me