Just that really, dabbling in poetry as a distraction from life atm. For context, I’m a painter and very much into ‘old’ art and literature. Here’s a draft , so please don’t pick apart the grammar or the borrowed olde English , it’s just how it came out really :)
Silly Things.
Beware the purple heathered hills,
That kiss the mossy gorge.
Tread not across the windswept mounds
Between the golden gorse.
Don’t clamber down the waterfalls
To the shimmering creeks below,
Or gaze between the diamond ripples
Into the fishes home.
Tread not through ferns and ancient trees
Where shy woodland flowers grow.
Where fairies surely dance each night
When human eyes are closed.
Avoid the strawberry painted sky
When framed with amber gold.
For a sunset can steal a brave man’s heart
And claim a wandering soul.
Sit not among the meadow flowers,
As the morning chorus rings,
For ‘twill fill your heart with paint and poetry
And other silly things.
She hides between the jagged rocks,
Which guard the briny pools,
She whispers in the salty winds
As each wave doth rise and fall.
She’ll pluck you from the clifftops,
To win your heart forever
The roots of the ancient forest
will bind your feet together.
Beware the goddess of nature
The mistress of the wild,
Her power and her beauty
leave you helpless as a child.
Sit not among the meadow flowers
As the morning chorus rings
For twill fill your heart with paint and poetry
And other silly things.