From a Train, Lightly
Sentinel trees hold sway
standing watch through back-lit mists
across the anonymous valley.
Emerging from the white fog
the outline of a black farmhouse,
I am half expecting
a troubled Cathy or
an emotionally disturbed Heathcliffe
to emerge from the door.
The unseen river
divulges its presence
by a meandering, fluid cloud
of pale grey.
Flat flood-mirrors
grip leafless trees against
a pink-silver streaked sky
as the rumour of a sun becomes clear.
Dawn, ageless beauty, exits
a la droit
as startled sheep again scatter
from the nant’s edge.
We are speeding now towards the light
still hidden by the ubiquitous hills.
A lonely, lost heron mistakes a puddle
for a breakfast pond.
©Christopher Challener December 2009
9 comments:
Lovely...
Thank you, Cait.
I read the poems three times through, and liked it better each time.
Now, my mind is bringing back to me many views I have had through train windows in many parts of the world. In day and night, so many fleeting views are captured in a second.
xo
Lovely descriptive words to the wonderful Poem Cait, thank you for sharing with us.
xx
The poet is completely new to me. Do you know anything about him?
I find this poem very evocative, with beautiful imagery.
Cait, I see that you have me in your bloglist; would you mind following me on my blog too, please. Clicking the Google Friend Connect button would do it.
A poem referencing Wuthering Heights? Wonderful :)
Beautiful - and a new poem to me.
Happy New Year to you and yours, cait. Cx
I love that delicious rythmn one feels when looking out of ttrain windows - poetry compliments it perfectly!
Lovely poem; thanks so much for sharing (I don't know the poet, either.)
Happy New Year, Cait! All good things to you.
Happy New Year Cait! I was so glad to read your good news - what a lovely way to start out 2010.
xo
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