Unusually for me, a poem that rhymes, for the Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. Even more unusually, this is composed on the road, in a hotel room, while travelling on business. Finding words for poetry when you are in business mode is like digging for truffles with an ancient, half-blind pig with a severe head-cold.
If you gather heather daily,
pluck one out for me.
Lay it softly on my dreamscape,
let its scent swoop me free.
If you walk the coastal pathway,
battle on its up,
harness west wind, chill the longing,
whirl the storms in a cup.
If you stop too soon, too often,
doubts creep in, seduce.
So race pulses, flash the radars,
cut down, cut out, reduce.