Gallows Corner ...

It was my turn to choose the walk this week - Milton Abbas, I'd said - we'll see Gallows Corner - 

White cottages lined the village street - each lawn was a green silky skin -

The churchyard was a gentle wildness of lichened tombstones - birds sang in quiet trees - 

We followed ancient paths through fields of green wheat - 

We smelled wild garlic under sycamore trees - brimstone butterflies danced over coppiced hazel - 

Forgotten lanes were bordered by waist high cow parsley and red campion - flint lay upon the chalky earth like fragments of primeval bone - 

We pushed open gates of rusted iron - 

At last we came to Gallows Corner - 

Three paths met there - there was nothing to see, no shapes half hidden in the air - 

But still I felt uneasy, almost afraid - 

Let's drink our coffee somewhere else Penelope said - 

12.00

Thursday 28 2015

Gallows Corner

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