Chew Valley Lake
Images: George Bale Words: Aiden Harmitt-Williams
In between them was I,
a stranger amongst this marriage.
I stood long and thought hard
of any theories I could salvage
for the reason for natures guard.
Behind and around me were trees,
surrounding me so tall they stood.
The air in the mornings was cold
and the mist lay thick as tar in the wood,
converging together two friends of old.
Still I pondered on the wall,
this mist which did thwart my quest --
to find out what was behind it
preventing my journey far west
for fear of what did lay beneath it.
As much as I tried to see
what was lost before my view,
the mystery remained strong.
No telling when answers due
amongst that wooden throng.
Stuck in its vacuum I traversed the unmapped land,
lost in a world untold with no regret.
Having mastered my fear I returned not the same,
earning myself the "brave" epithet
knowing never to be afeared of the unknown again.
The longer I lingered, the mist crept furthermore.
Knowledge of the unknown enticed me
as it stared into my eyes, and I stared back
losing myself wondering what it could be
as it sang a siren song about what I lacked.