Theme: Imagination


Pre-dawn borealis that had flashed through
the dark blue night sky had disappeared.
A light at the ridge, a few stray sunrays lit
up the valley and the mist of mystery was
slowly dissipating, in the clearing I saw
a flock of wisents and a few red deers.
The animals stood still as listening for a sign
or a message of some kind.
A twig of an oak broke, it sounded
like rifle shot but the beasts knew better
and began grazing.    
Animals of the grassland had retreated
man had taken over ploughing the fertile soil 
into fields of wheat.
It was day now and pearls on leaves dried.
When the mammals saw me they quickly,
as shadows of the unseen, vanished
into a landscape of dreams. 


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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