Yesssss my friends.
Have no fear, I have not forgotten about this poem series.
The Valley of Colourless Secrets is indeed a full narrative poem series, and there are another 2 or 3 to go. All typed up, they just require a quick edit and some artwork to be done. I have been enjoying taking photos and editing them, not only for this blog but for…other projects, as well.
😉 Oh my. What other projects?
For now, enjoy this latest offering.
The Valley – A Promise in Red
Within the sphere of bittersweet influence,
I wandered about the strange valley, wondering
In marvel made fresh for the brightness of flowers,
Grass, scents as of the finest perfumer could make,
Darkly bright on the tongue, as none could or would
Gold shone down the sun as I wandered, seeing
All that I could, flock and poetry forgotten,
Touching naught just yet, marvelling with eyes
Wide for the sights of groves filled with bright
Red hanging trumpets, fruit large as a fist,
Black and almost missed.
Elsewhere I spied trees like gnarled people,
Hunched low to the ground, arms upraised
And fruit of all kinds, every one shining
With vitality aspiring to eye catching
Beauty of the kind only Belladona
I saw the fruit which at last would break
My resolve to touch, to taste, to try
Anything within that verdant and subtly horrible
Valley; ruby red and amongst its siblings,
An apple more ruby than red, flesh sharp looking,
Since putting a name to the pain, validating it
I had lost most taste and discovered apple flesh
To be a tasty charm not yet diminished by agony,
So when I spied this specimen I reached straight
Away, without thought or fear, to pluck it