Dartmoor - Open Moors
Images of Dartmoor and Bodmin Moor, Cornwall in black and white and colour.
Tavy Cleave
When I walked along your leats;
The hawk soared the sky,
Singing it’s song like prayer,
Cutting through blue time .
Round your corner of hill majesty,
Tawny colours grew;
Grass: dun brown as a horse’s back;
Cleaved hills knitted my fissured flesh and heart.
Empty I approached:
The blue river of you reached and flowed through me,
Where echoed waterfalls reached deep pools,
Sweet wild songs rose to the top of your granite shoulders.
Poem By Rachel Burch
Tavy Cleave
When I walked along your leats;
The hawk soared the sky,
Singing it’s song like prayer,
Cutting through blue time .
Round your corner of hill majesty,
Tawny colours grew;
Grass: dun brown as a horse’s back;
Cleaved hills knitted my fissured flesh and heart.
Empty I approached:
The blue river of you reached and flowed through me,
Where echoed waterfalls reached deep pools,
Sweet wild songs rose to the top of your granite shoulders.
Poem By Rachel Burch
