Pulling Me Away…
(Inspired by Michelle Underwood’s painting…)
There is something unobtainable there pulling me away
From the stumbling pathway I have followed, directly,
Or indirectly. And it makes me wonder,
And muse, and evaluate, and ponder,
For there is something unapproachable there tugging me awry.
I linger a distance away, huddled, infatuated, intently
Surveying the scene from behind a stripped silhouetted tree, under
Which, maybe its last red leaf lies, by winds finally ripped asunder…
Tracks prod dashed lines across thick snow towards the door
And images of a rare wintering badger, or foraging fox, or inquisitive deer
Flick though my mind’s eye, as closer to the dwelling unwittingly I draw,
Intoxicated, excited and tormented by fear…
Pulling me away from a semblance of comfort and peace,
Enticing me towards a promise, albeit cold and bleak,
I encroach it, unable to resist the temptation, the beauty, the tease,
To find the thrill of redemption, which I have constantly laboured to seek…
Pete Ray…
2nd December 2025…
The painting had a strange effect upon me…
The dwelling took my focus and I wondered…
It seemed like my nemesis, my fear, my joy,
my end-place…
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