Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The sky bled sunlight


One grey January day,
as we trod the
 banks, barrows
and ditches of
 Bratton Camp,

the White Horse below 
slowly greying to the 
town's shame,
the granite sky split open
and bled sunlight.

2 comments:

David Reimer said...

"When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime --
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight"

Bruce Cockburn - Lovers in a Dangerous Time (1983)

Lyrics & Commentary:
http://cockburnproject.net/songs&music/liadt.html

Performed:
http://youtu.be/NKjgJ3oLJqE

(Do love the original 1983 studio version, though!)

:) No need to approve comment, but hope you enjoy the song. I think it's quite evocative -- much like your poem.

Guy Davies said...

I'd not heard of the song, or the performer for that matter, so thanks for the link.