by Author Name Withheld 40

Created on: September 22, 2009

Bricklieve Retreat
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These are not roads, they are boreens which tilt and twist

to loop along the Bricklieves.
So no matter where you're heading
your always turning back on this boomerang map
which makes the Sat Nav lady mad.

November night, the fog hangs in the dips
like a ghostly river and you are at the wheel
cursing every turn that sidles us into the soft verges.

Reducing your speed the road takes over
without a straight, pot holed and bramble edged,
it dives and rises, and sharpens the turns
to slow you even more
until you stop

hill top and a family of fallow deer sweep

out into the head lit night.

For a fleeting moment we are struck dumb
watching the deer clear the blackthorn borders
and disappear into the misty fields.

You turn, you turn, U Turn

The Sat Nav lady cackles out along the fog line.

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