The turning of decades the

milestones ahead, taken to

places of mud, woods, lakes.

Nurturing half cooked, damp.

 –

A blind eye is baked, banked.

Standing before us, forlorn

Lie down for a rest, in peace.

Within a fortress of pranks

 –

Kindred spirit finds a core

A freedom often fixed for

each cell  enlightening

the iris, pupils widening

 –

Glorification once more

Seek pleasure in life, adore.

*

Thank you for reading my words.

Written 6th May 2016, in response to  little research upon a #Fridayfeeling and The Tollund Man by Saemus Heaney and an image taken from RobinWood, UK. (Not shown to date.)

The Feature image by http://www.Allaninman.tumblr.com

The Poem is Copyright to CWJS4D 2016

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