Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 8, 2016

Daily missive for Thursday the 8th of December.~ A rolling stone gathered in moss.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 8th of December.
A rolling stone gathered in moss.

There is moss everywhere
It grows on the blind side
Hidden in cracks
Clinging to rocks
Even as they roll
Down hills
And gather
In stone circles.
He follows the river
On the right bank
Heading south
Or so he believes
Going down stream
Following
Wind fallen trees
And mouldering leaves
Floating to the sea
Where last he dreamed.
Wet moss pulls at his ankles
As they sink into the earth
And he sits down
Cushioned by the soft,
Spongy marshland
Hidden beneath the fog
A haven for midges
And leeches
Waiting to bleed him dry.
If he can stand up
And keep
Putting one foot in front
Of another
He may yet
Find firmer ground
Away from the
Persistent attention
Of the peaty mush
Its smoky roll
Flavouring the malt
That drips
From the half empty bottle
As he falls
Into another dreamless sleep
Beneath the stars.


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