walking on the moors thinking about how I didn't meet you yesterday <br />heather underfoot and mist over Pendle <br />the moor changing like an animal/brown to green grey to <br />purple with the weather <br />sky blue at the edges <br />like a letter that came too late . <br />. . . Undine rising from the maters her golden hair <br />dripping in the moonlight . . . dead bird on a fence blood <br />dripping from its neck . . . Isis ,searching the rushes <br />for her murdered lover . . . small girl with a fishing rod <br />in a rushing valley full of ferns . . . the last .supper <br />followed by the Four lust Desserts . . . watching the <br />white mocking figure at the edge of the DarkForest <br />. . . beating naked blond haired girls with <br />long stemmed purple flowers . . . Osiris judging <br />the dead mist rising up the valley seaweed tangled <br />in her moonlight hair . . . <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />trains <br />moving through valleys <br />chimneys <br />springing from hillsides <br />streams <br />tumbling through boulders <br />clouds <br />tilting from the horizon <br />and <br />me <br />on the moors thinking about the girl I never met.<br /><br />Adrian Henri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holcombe-poem-poem-for-a-girl-i-didn-t-meet/
