Pagan Poetry

Sep 24th, 2015 | By | Category: Articles, Nimue Brown

A small piece by Nimue Brown…

 

Robinswood Hill Robinswood Hill, photo taken from The Clock Tower Park, Abbeymead. The copyright on this image is owned by Alby and is licensed for reuse under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 license.

To Robinswood Hill

 

All morning, the hill remained flirtatious,

A hide and seek across miles of landscape.

Unseen behind the forms of other hills

On floodplain, obscured by trees and angles.

We follow, watching for signs of presence

Elusive hill, never twice the same glimpse.

Re-invented by shifts of perspective,

Seen differently, re-known, re-understood.

In climbing, though we feel the height, there is

No semblance of the hill now to be seen,

And while the summit shows all that lies near

Beneath our feet, the hill is yet disguised.

Never to be possessed or truly known

Its secret self a mystery to the end.

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