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The Heavy Lightness of Water

Each swig of solitude
A breath less from death,
Drinking to absent friends
One day the bottle will rise to me.
Summer is now a tourist:
A buckled deck chair rehearses its return
Crumpled against shadows of the palest sun.
Cathedrals of veiled water fall as weeping brides.
On other side of the village
The Luftwaffe unloaded lonely bomb,
Crater housed Gods of still small voices –
Until they built a car park.
Touring a Monastic and Mauna museum
Vowed to hang silence on souvenir walls,
Further awash, axe head in the river’s silver
Hear hammer thunder in the flood.
Imagination hovers, aimless as
Swallows nesting on a satellite.
My foot breaks bracken, SNAP -
Skin of earth’s timpani stretches.
Seduced by naked allure of her stare  
An afternoon affair with the woman in white.
Faithful to her kith, kin and centuries wise,
I return to stoned ghosts and rattling noise.
Written by Strangeways_Rob
Author's Note
ERULGCT 177. Pic. Dyserth Falls. My place. Hardly Niagara or Victoria, but for, say a mouse, it's a hell of a drop. Sounds of Silence Challenge.
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