In the high places
A veil of serenity
Soothes the wildest heart
Savage beasts bow to beauty
And passion wears purity

A moorland dawn. The heather is in bloom, its delicate honey fragrances the morning for me alone. No bees yet seek the purple heart of the hills, no walkers share the stones. The valley still sleeps beneath a coverlet of cloud. Humanity here is no more than a memory. I am alone with beauty.

It does not matter where, this is my place. Where the shore between the heather and the mists is a meeting of world. Where dreams are shaped of flowers and stones wear the faces of my ancestors. No matter where the world leads me, my heart is here and I am home.

Tall the cliffs of stone
That mark the entry to my heart’s domain,
Wild and empty in its vastness
The solitude of living earth.
The wind lifts the heart
And bears it through the storm
To where the lichen crusted rocks
Cling to the clouds.
Part of my heart remains there
Scattered with the ashes of a lost love
Mingled with the joy and pain of memory,
Of childhood wonder and a lover’s kiss.
Deep the roots which bind me to that land,
Like the weathered pines that cling for life
To the purple hillside…
Genuflecting, but standing, still,
Naked in the mist.
Great stones,
Ice carved in aeons past
Into a landscape of dreams,
Marked by ancient hands
With figures of Light,
That I may stand beside them,
Millennia apart,
And recognise my kin.

For Colleen’s poetry challenge

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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29 Responses to Home

  1. This is beautiful, Sue.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jenanita01 says:

    Feeling truly at home somewhere must feel amazing!


  3. Wow Sue. Beautiful words, stunning scenery.


  4. Mary Smith says:

    Beautiful poem, Sue.


  5. memadtwo says:

    Magical. (K)


  6. Beautiful, Sue. The heather makes me homesick for Scotland. Juliet


  7. Your love of the this land shines through, Sue as it does in all of your haiku and poetry. You inspire other to take a closer look at the beauty that surrounds us too!


  8. paulandruss says:

    Sue you know I have the soul of a clod of earth but even I appreciated that poem! And PS lovely photos too.. the creeping mist o’er the heather -gorgeous!


  9. OH, that is gorgeous! “Where the shore between the heather and the mists is a meeting of world.” I love that place. I want to live in that second photo. Love the poem, too. ❤ Dreamy…


  10. macjam47 says:

    This is a lovely answer to Colleen’s challenge, Sue. Your photos are wonderful and the heather is gorgeous.


  11. dgkaye says:

    Beautiful Sue. ❤


  12. Pingback: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HEAT & CONFUSE | Colleen Chesebro ~ Fairy Whisperer

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