Far Painted Faded Hills - Michael Moore

FAR PAINTED FADED HILLS

Far painted faded hills
A purpley-blue twilight
Pulling at my senses
Tug me out into the night

Roads, soft, cut like ribbons
Through high towering trees
Leading paths go onwards
To outward rushing seas

The call upon my nerve ends
Which just quite won’t abate
Demands of me obedience
Before it’s all too late

Night skies black and chill winds
That cut to, through the bone
Demand of me attention
Won’t leave me here alone

Paths in falling trickles
Down and to the right
A deeper glen is calling
Me out into the night

Dark stream that flashes bubbles
Embracing to the stones
Beckons me seductively
In soft and pearly tones

And the road that outward winds
Past tomorrows’ distant dawn
Still tolerates no bargaining
Demanding simply that, I just carry on

Poem selected by University of Gloucestershire for inclusion in
‘HERITAGE – New Writing VIII’ ISBN978-0-46-443701-7 p.190