Scrutinising the Solitude

This poem is inspired by James Wright’s poem titled ‘Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota‘, and from spending time with my Grandad in a small village in Norfolk.

The ring-necked pheasant flies to his domain,
In the impending darkness of dusk.
The hazel and golden tones of its feathers,
Fading in the concluding light.

A canopy of pine trees shelter me,
And the imminent shadow that forms,
Emits a placid tranquillity.
Peace, alas peace!

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