11/12/11

Old Ground
By Abigail Wyatt


I thought I was over you,
healed at last,
or, at least, almost there;
but today, out walking
familiar paths,
all the world felt raw,
and life no more
than a well of tears,
and a grief

Today out walking
familiar paths,
the air was too sweet,
too clear;
where the gypsy horses
nuzzled their foals,
and arched their sturdy necks,
and gathered together,
flank to flank
as if in patient prayer.

For the air was so sweet
and so clear today –
I almost thought
to find you there;
today, out walking
familiar paths
where the horses
nuzzled their foals;
and where, out walking,
we lingered to kiss
as a breeze
stirred the curl
of your hair.

But it’s long, long
since ever we kissed
and our sighs stirred
the still morning air,
where the gypsy horses
nuzzled their foals
and the air was
clear and sweet,
for the spell unravelled
and the magic was done
when you spoke
your last words
to me there.


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Abigail Wyatt writes for her life in the shadow of Carn Brea in Cornwall. Formerly a teacher, she now writes full-time and is grateful to be able to do so. Her poetry and short fiction and have been published in range of outlets and she would like to thank the editors of all of them. Her poetry collection, 'Moths in a Jar', (Palores) appeared in October, 2010.