from the top of the hill i jump out of myself
and into mist which gives way in silver folds
i pass the jackdaw who croaks a laughing hello
i weep at a clouds edge as I see the wild cat
scurrying out of existence and a child deaf
and blind from the horrors she has endured
there is nothing to alleviate this pain and
yet there is such a beauty in this place
that it could tear my heart in two
falling
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I’m not usually into nature poems but …. The wild cat is topical! The imagery is raw, emphasized by the lack of punctuation. Mankind leaping into the mist, the unknown. The only uneasy moment arose from ‘there is nothing to alleviate this pain’. It’s an unnecessary ‘tell’ and omitting it would heighten the impact of the last two lines (in my opinion).
Thanks Martin, good advice as ever.