The Montbretia

In the darkness of the forest, in the shadow and the shade.
Where ground is wet and damp, moist within the glade.
There’s a silence understood here, understated, stately calm.
Where souls are at rest here, and none will come to harm.

Trees stood still and stationary, defenders of the deep.
Where rays of golden sunshine, pierce doom with wanted seep.
For often in the gloominess, there’s only sadness and despair.
Of a wish to be connected, but where, there’s no-one there. 

The search is long and arduous, for the gleam of something red.
Fiery in disposition, at our core it is embed.
It’s the light that keeps us going, far into the night.
Something to be fought for, far beyond the fright.

Often we are distracted though, with bewildered, conflicted mind.
Lost within the everyday noise, many a voice unkind.
Doing us down at every chance, killing our spirit too.
Sombre we are with the weariness, of a disease of many a hue.

The masks and veils that hide our bright, so thick they are with sin.
It takes almighty courage, to beat them back with vim.
To form a route, descend on down, to plunge into our debt.
To find the hero long within, treasured jewel we’ve always kept.

A blur with all our mental thoughts, you cut us to the chase.
A beacon of hope lies within, eternal to embrace.
Not easy is it to find you though, lodged within our core.
The heartwood beyond our outer bark, inner fire lit, forever more.

By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 

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