Passing through

heather

When we had gone, the grass held our shadows
Carved into place by the weight of a moment.
Eavesdropping trees whispered our secrets
To feathered messengers when the sun sought our warmth,
And, finding it no more, lent its own to memory.
The breeze sighed our absence in the emptiness
While the dew mourned with the flowers.
But earth smiled at their folly
And stone remembered.

heather 2015 1

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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48 Responses to Passing through

  1. BunKaryudo says:

    Well, earth and stone have long memories and have seen many things.

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  2. Gorgeous! Evokes sense of place, and magic.

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  3. Miriam says:

    Almost spiritual in its content. Very atmospheric.

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  4. Rajiv says:

    Oh wow. So very beautiful

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  5. reocochran says:

    This is an amazingly beautiful photograph, Sue. Just stunning and ethereal with the lavender heather and the foggy mist, with walls of hills keeping it in the valley.
    Your poetry was expressive and fitting the emotions found in the scenery.

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  6. So beautifully written!

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  7. If they could whisper their secrets

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  8. Geetha B says:

    Your poem goes so well with the pictures, they are all amazing. What a gorgeous place indeed, I’d love to see it directly one day. Your last line in the poem is such a beautiful treasure really. The memory of stones goes back to times forgotten indeed.

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  9. Beautifully emotive….such a lovely wistful post Sue

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  10. Éilis Niamh says:

    We’re all just passing through, aren’t we? Why? may not have an answer.

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  11. Love this. ❤️

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  12. Wouldn’t historians love to know what the stones have seen and heard. That heather is extraordinary. — Suzanne

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  13. Ali Isaac says:

    Well, I have always had this feeling that stones have memory.

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  14. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    AND THE EXPERIENCE ROCKS…IN A QUIET, MYSTICAL WAY!

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