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Baslow Edge, Late August

The mauvy-pink of heather mists the heath;

vast gritstone boulders guard the valley view.

Backlit, a plump cloud billows - and beneath,

a kestrel hovers, dark against the blue.

Shy harebells flourish in the sheltered spots,

bracken exudes its bracing, earthy scent,

a pair of wheatears flickers on a rock,

a swallow banks and turns with sure intent.

Nothing escapes the Frog Stone's bulbous gaze;

he's witnessed work and worship on this moor,

seen countless generations walk these ways -

the breeze we feel has passed this way before.

My hair blows wild and free - and many a pledge

is whispered in the wind on Baslow Edge.

(Doesn't follow prompt. and needs work.)

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Thanks for the post and prompts, Wendy. The theme of change is a good one. I'm currently having a hard time to get words written but here are my first few scraps after reading the journal suggestions:

CHANGE

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Her hair grown long

behind her, out of sight

-- a scraggly squirrel's tail

*

Her hair is mottled grey

like undecided clouds

on a windy day

*

She might cut her hair.

But not yet.

Winter's coming.

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