Sideways on a journey - 1

All the landscapes in my mirrors blurred
and sunlight on resonant water shattered
as I outdistanced the cowering forests
under the heaving mountains’ elevation.

I left the lochans’ behind
with their shallow water
where it lay waiting
for sky to overreach it.

The passing world I journeyed in
was a once-holy place defiled by travel,
a cathedral ruined in its construction,
in the construction laid upon it.

© BH, 2025

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Passing landscapes. Nature sidelined. Subliminal danger, subliminal salvation. Somehow it needed the numbers to separate the three ideas.

I’ve illustrated this in three parts - 1 - 2 - 3. Judge for yourself if that works.