How each life shall burst
Tumbling on the lie, the vanity.
How they squabble for words
With dripping chins exhausted.
How to fellow each the lights
Resembling ore by glittering;
The myriad simmering
Out on the hill plains;
No boy, hush your moods.
How would we cry so loudly,
Spread as a wingspan for history?
Yes, the blood, blue to red
Made sediment your tawny minds.
But healed they are now, the scars,
Quintessential delve of art,
Just taper it then, to set its fury.
There are no finer dreamers,
No better remonstrance
For health and warmth and tundra.
Copyright © Harrison Abbott 2016
I study in Aberdeen and regularly write poetical and prose works, many of which are included on my tumblr page: http://h-j-linklater-abbott.tumblr.com/.