Patterns of thought

Looking out across the water
The stillness but a dream
Lily pad float gently
And all of this would seem
Magical creative forms
On a perfect Summers day
Where pretty butterflies abound
And where dandelion clocks spray

A fox sits by a willow
Every line and tuft of hair
Exquisite in that lovely light
And clearly so aware
Her amber eyes so beautiful
Reflects the mood so free
Staring in the distance
Seeing what she could see

The tranquil mirrored surface where
Life itself erupts
Shadows rainbow nuances
This whole scene sees cups
Of bounteous flowers,descending
Their whiteness serves the peace
And outside this panorama
Wonder fail to cease

This is life and my countryside
Do not deny me this
The beauty is not just mine alone
To share
Or yes to miss
It’s a veritable picture
A chapter lets us say
In the story of my life
Which includes this precious day

Big hind me I hear yelping
Excitability
Impetuous behaviour
It’s mercurial for me
The skittish uncontrollable
Hounds I hear them they
Are seething with volcanic froth
All about to make their play
She chaperones me everywhere
Every single day

no manacle now binds me
I am free to run, but I
Am prevented by the darkness
That’s growing I the sky
The clouds are in a tussle
The wind is wholly strong
The power of it is unlimited
It’s to where I do belong

I hold a scent of wildness
A signature, a seal
A plight a word of honour
A denial, that’s it’s real
A keeper of the natural world
My earth mother she knows
The liberty I am after
It’s there between my toes

Have I the defence. I am after
The barricade to where
When the bullets flew across
The posture of despair
My adversary was powerful
With assailants everywhere
A helplessness streams over me
It just did not seem fair

Why do people want this
Why not just look and see
Why on earth should we kill
The fatted calf
It won’t hurt thee
Not in a month of Sundays
If ever that could be

Is there somewhere a bolt hole
A decorative display
Bluebells come to dance a jig
Within the forest ray
Escape seems pretty sensible
A sanctum. For to see
A bloodied town of faces
Casting judgement over me

My earth my strengthened citadel
My asylum and support
Danger lurks just everywhere
Even if it’s not sought
What is in fact perfection
Flawless ness and more
Is a consummate disorder
Aside of natural law

And they are on my case now
A plague of tempered brutes
Unworthy of my distance
Calamitous at the roots
An inutility of purpose
A consequence of fear
They were almost upon me
Tell I ran away from here

Pursuing me like crazy
Oppressing me on sight
Their intention one of evil
The driving force to bite

A compendium of villains
Crowds around to catch
A picture of the ugliness
That someone has to hatch
To cast re hearse and panic
The perspicuous ideal
Laboured and mellifluous
And never worth a steal

I was one that got away
Without SABs on my back
I was the one just spaced out
No one dare attack
The war games of the hunters
The credibility
The pathological moments
Of when we all got free

The original inventiveness
The little bits of pain
All in my psyche every single moment
The disdain
I hold which perhaps for ever
I will cart them all around
Perplexed in how to treat them
When I am caught short on the ground