Portrait

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Portrait

Golden heads on springtime stalks, dancing in the wind, one by one, by one, by one. Portrait by portrait, rolling waves of olive and emerald beneath the sapphire sky.

Art seen but once among a thousand, in the rhythm of wooden poles and broken white stripes, accompanied by the musings of an empty mind, and quiet of noise and of time and of thoughts.

Dreams and muffled memories - perhaps yours or possibly something else, on the tip of your tongue and suddenly lost completely, after a particularly woolly lamb.

Another metal box trespasses 

From time to time

The tranquility of eternal rhythm abruptly broken

A reminder that you are, in fact, also an industrial intruder

In their quiet musings

And so follows a curious daydream

What life led them to be travelling down the same little obscure country road?

The one you discovered by picking a line on a map 

And driving in whichever direction took your fancy

Featured image by Wendy Philip Photography