Nest
- Gillian Byrom-Smith
- Sep 3, 2016
- 1 min read
Moving to the beautiful Peak District has been very inspiring. I have spent the summer enjoying the lovely hills and moors that surround our new house. Here is the first of my new poems.
Nest by Gillian Byrom-Smith
We’ve come to a place
of new beginnings;
nestled in the hills
like a nest amongst boughs.
A place of birdsong,
criss-crossed by tawny brooks.
Tumbling factories,
trees thrusting through roofs,
slates lie in pools
like blown blossom,
leaving windows into
cloudy skies.
These stones anchor us,
keep us level,
don’t allow us to drift.
Past and future
now intertwined.
Our new home filled
with half remembered tales,
familiar faces
peer from frames,
over our shoulders.
And all the time
the gentle hills,
sometimes white,
sometimes green,
constant despite
the cloaking of mist and cloud.
We know they are there,
between the clouds and vapour trails.