Acting Upon a Dream
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
Taken from Beyond Poetry (www.deanfrasercentral.com)