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Posted on July 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

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 was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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  1. robbiesinspiration says:
    July 19, 2017 at 06:35

    This is beautiful, Sue.

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  4. jenanita01 says:
    July 19, 2017 at 07:39

    Feeling truly at home somewhere must feel amazing!

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  6. Jessica Bakkers says:
    July 19, 2017 at 09:13

    Wow Sue. Beautiful words, stunning scenery.

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  7. Mary Smith says:
    July 19, 2017 at 11:14

    Beautiful poem, Sue.

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  8. memadtwo says:
    July 19, 2017 at 13:59

    Magical. (K)

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  9. omgimfiftyblog says:
    July 19, 2017 at 16:17

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

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  10. Judy E Martin says:
    July 19, 2017 at 20:41

    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!

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  11. paulandruss says:
    July 19, 2017 at 22:49

    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!

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  12. Sarah Brentyn says:
    July 20, 2017 at 01:27

    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…

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  13. macjam47 says:
    July 20, 2017 at 19:34

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

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  14. dgkaye says:
    July 21, 2017 at 00:46

    Beautiful Sue. ❤

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