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Ronnie Goodyer – Lerryn Creek and Dartmoor Song

 

Lerryn Creek

 

We listen to the midsummer quiet,
no lap, no rustle, no talk, no breeze –
just the two of us perched on granite boulders,
away from the bank, as the tidal creek slowly fills.

This silent green-black water is inching over mud
creating circular ripples, like invisible rain
falling on this hottest of June days,
buried life responding to its liquid dressing.

A circular shape of glass-light,
streaked with dark from Ethy Woods,
drifts across the surface, bank to bank,
glinting the sky back to its source.

The summer sound of an indistinct bird
meets two people mapping out words
in their heads, a dog treading lightly
over gradually darkening gravel.

The stepping stones are covered now,
so we cross over by the old bridge,
stand to take a last look at the watercolour
creation, now kayaked and reflective.

The world has left us for a while, all we need
is here. In this remote place between Cornwall’s
high hedges, we become new shadows
in the silent serenity of Lerryn Creek.

 

Dartmoor Song

The cloudburst by ancient Pizwell
had failed to muddy the track enough
to stop our boots and paws progressing
and the wind rustled just long enough
to flutter the lungta style prayer flags
colouring the trees in the Lower Merripit vale,
communing with the hidden shrines
and ceremonial round houses.

The East Dart continued its story
through Bellever and sprayed the old
clapper bridge, designed for carts,
now beloved by catalogues and cameras.
And here I stand, knee-deep in September,
the sun now high and trees dripping apples.
Here you can swallow me whole
or place me with others frozen in time.

Walk me to the rise of King’s Tor
then drop me deep in the Walkham Valley.
Trace me the tracks of the Devonport Leat
to the heart of Foxtor Mires and let the call
of the meadow pipit be my only alarm cry.
Leave me here with the silence that haunts,
the heartbeat that feeds my serenity
and the wind that brushes over these words.

 

 

 

Ronnie Goodyer runs the successful poetry publishers Indigo Dreams with partner Dawn Bauling. Ronnie has six previous poetry collections and appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines.

He was on the BBC area Judging Panel for their Off By Heart competition and in 2015 he won (with Dawn) The Ted Slade Award for Service to Poetry for “endeavour and dedication in the promotion of poetry.”

His publishing commitments mean he has very little time to write his own poetry, and tends to become inordinately pleased when accepted for publication. He’s inordinately pleased right now.

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