Daily Prompt: You would think there were giant skulls

Photo by Englepip©

You would think there were giant skulls

Awkwardly rising from the grassy edges of the field,

Combatants of Saxon times,

Reawakened by the late summer sun,

Reviving  to drink  afresh the air

Of  evening on the chalk Downland and

To  march again along the dusty ancient droves

To battle.

But if they are skulls, they are marred,

By scars cut deep into flesh and bone

Sores of ancient battle

As  warrior hacked warrior to the death.

But reality is equal to imagination

Both Exceptional

And the Giant Puffballs are a marvel of nature

Huge and resounding to the thrumming

Of your hand, like ancient drums

Yet also so delicious and nutritious  that

Even the snails have eaten through the flesh

and the deer  nibbled to the innards

Of this exceptional, gigantic, gastronomic delight.

 

via Daily Prompt: Exceptional

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In the Wild

Photography by Englepip ©

In the wild there is uncertainty,

Every sense alert

To the slightest sound and vibration

within the landscape.

Eyes must observe the smallest movement

And brushing against the webs

Should alert us to unseen threats.

Heightened awareness offers

Intensity of emotion

Appreciation of the glory

Of creation and a sense of awe;

A revelling in the untamed nature of our surroundings.

But what should happen if we tame our environs

Will the tension and the pleasure

Still exist?

Will that tingling freedom and energy

Survive?

That exciting mystery of difference

become a deference

To our culture; our  way; the norm?

I’m for the untamed; the WILD!

 

via Daily Prompt: Tame