This poem is from my Glastonbury Collection (2013), unpublished. The collection is about the world-famous Glastonbury music festival, which is local to where I live, in Somerset.
Every now and then
When the world sits just right
A gentle breath of heaven
Fills my soul with delight...
— Hazelmarie Elliott, from A Breath of Heaven,
Now that he has arrived in Castle Cary
the man stands on the platform,
at the sea of people that now make home the small station.
He throws his backpack over his left shoulder
and edges his way to the back of the queue,
smiling, his heart
fluttering into ‘a gentle breath of heaven’,
the air laden with music and the smell of
the sky clear but for a lonely contrail
now a besom and a sea duck.
He sits down. The bus heads towards Shepton Mallet
to spontaneous applause,
singing and dancing,
and reliving of every good memory
that fills the ‘soul with delight’.
The road to Shepton Mallet
is winding, the bus vanishing ‘now and then’
dipped by rhynes,
riverlets the marshland wears like a necklace;
the old firs that line its wings gatekeepers
to the spirit world,
gatekeepers the sea ducks
walk through like ghosts.
The pewits circle overhead …