A romantic post today, inspired by a visit to Cerne Abbas


Mid Summer Afternoon at Cerne Abbas, June 2014

The leaf dappled air
Thick, smooth as melting butter
Alive and at rest
With the insect dance

Air heady, drowsy
With mid summer's scent
Of elderflower,
wild garlic
And biscuit dry hay

Above the siesta slow village
And Abbey field
The giant sleeps
Sun kissed on his orchid bed

Sleeps and dreams
Of days of his birth
An age past, of which
All would know
But only he can tell.