What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, subtle bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what's on the other side; who would not hanker
to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story's end, or where a road will go?
Sheenagh Pugh
1950
She is so good. I love this poem. Thank you, Friko.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI always look forward to your postings here--and you never disappoint. The image is again a perfect fit for the poem.
ReplyDeleteI also look forward to surprises on the road.
ReplyDeleteThat is just lovely!
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