THE WAYFARER

by ray pool

Monday 19th June 2017 9:09 pm

The wayfarer

hard pushed to find his way

ascending the slippery slope

saw the beacon of raging hope

flames sent out a guiding light

in the sultry dense suburban night

he thought he might just tarry there

not being one to easily scare

but like an offering to the Wicker Man

he'd found the place where this life began

and ended.

🌷(2)

◄ MOTHER'S RUIN

WE'RE GOING DOWN TO THE COTSWOLDS ►

Comments

raypool

Tue 20th Jun 2017 16:13

Thanks David as ever, this poem doesn't give any answers or even questions, just floats in an hot air pocket I suppose. To be honest, it was one of the victims after the fire going back over past struggles in a sort of limbo.

Spot on Suki - maybe needs a stand back reading which you have accomplished, if you get my drift.

Thanks and love .

Ray

suki spangles

Tue 20th Jun 2017 00:36

Hi Ray,

A thoughtful and affecting piece, Ray. Haunting. A witness to a very different kind of light as well as a search, forlorn perhaps, for a (re)connection to the one within..

Suki

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