A vision of another time

Feeling the landscape

Reaching into the past

Mineral rich

Quarry his location

Seeking

Seeking to communicate

Follow his intuition

Off the well walked track

Reading the ground

With closed eyes, he sees

And walks with purpose

Yes, it is just as he saw

Yes!

 

Hidden under long grass

This hollowed out depression

He drops to the ground

Hands feeling, seeing

As he knew it would be

This ancient smelting place

Suddenly his fingers touch something

Partly buried

Prising his prize from the Earth

Copper ore

Pure copper ore

What he came here for

Long thought long gone

He had a dream

Acted upon

 

This piece of rock

His gift

It is well travelled

Two continents it has visited

Held in such esteem

Treasured

It goes with him

Protective talisman

Or perhaps taliswoman

Copper of the goddess

She watches over him

 

I travelled to a long disused quarry, after I saw it in a dream and found the small piece of pure copper ore mentioned in this poem. It has remained my constant companion for nearly two decades www.deanfrasercentral.com