Fearless am I who walks alone in my head
Breathing the scents of the world around me
Each step falls into the rhythm I tread
Of cares and woes, heedless while at peace
I feel the calm, heartbeat steady, I walk
Love walks with me, conversation unsaid
Our communion allows us just to be
Fearless am I who walks alone in my head
Attention caught, we share with each other
Capturing the sensory overload
Along broken tracks, grass and moss I led
My companion to rest ‘neath old ash tree
Each step falls into the rhythm I tread
Views sublime, valleys green mountains enring’d
Birdsong echoes – competes with bleating sheep
The mountain calls me back to my homestead
The slope steeper than recall’s degree
Fearless am I who walks alone in my head
Braes, burns and peaty bogs, grassy slopes spread
Vistas of childhood, through other eyes seen
Showing hidden nooks, e’er looking ahead
The last half mile picks up the pace with glee
Each step falls into the rhythm I tread
Now laughing, breathless, I breathe, thrust ahead
To a gate where love’s the admission fee
Fearless am I who walks alone in my head
Each step falls into the rhythm I tread
Today’s challenge was to try a Grá Reformata poetry form, created by Michael King – based on a Villanelle. I have tried to be true to the prompts for the poem also – falling, breathe, fearless
October 5, 2020 at 4:19 am
Lovely read.. wonderful that you used the words along with this format.. even I wanted to try this new format but then Blitz always captivates me.. so I ended doing thay..
Loved your flow…great write
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October 5, 2020 at 12:16 pm
Thank you x
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October 6, 2020 at 3:02 pm
Fabulous line, I’m glad it gets repeated: “Fearless am I who walks alone in my head”.
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October 6, 2020 at 4:31 pm
I’m quite fond of that line too x and as you say, glad it is repeated. It should now be my morning mantra!
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