An uphill snail…
A brief post, as – after NaPoWriMo – I’ve had a bit of breathing space…But feel like the fallow time is done and the ideas they are a-flowing again.
Having just returned from a week in lovely Shropshire (which really is stunningly beautiful), I had a couple of rustic animal-related ideas (I do enjoy writing about animals). It’s a wonderful county and made me appreciate anew how many diverse landscapes we’re lucky enough to have on Our Curious Little Rock in the Atlantic (or, Britain, as it’s known).
Here’s one of the animal poems, about cycling in a hilly terrain while in otherworldly holiday-time:
Snails
or, Cycling in Shropshire
We trail the treads
of our tyre-tracks.
Thwarting
all Earth’s gravity,
all of time:
a week of our life,
all we can see,
stretching
over our backs.