In Mid-Voyage, by Christopher Hileman

In Mid-Voyage
by Christopher Hileman

On the far islands
under cirulean skies,
beneath the northern
stars in the later
hours of my dusty chapped heart,
I trudge square onto
the wall of ancient
stones left each on top aligned
with others grinding
beneath summer’s wind
storms and rain sheets all sideways
to the lay of souls.
This place fares much worse
in the deep of winter’s ice
and its servitude.

Note: Written in response to mention of Faroe Islands in Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 122.

Christopher Hileman moved to Oregon in 1973. He has retired to live on the volcanic bluff overlooking Willamette Falls in Oregon City, Oregon. He ascends the stairs from his basement digs to improvise on his Yamaha keyboard or the house Playel grand when the calico cat releases him from below. The part-Irish Wolfhound here likes him.

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