Hartsop – poetry for earthweal

Hartsop
where lovers’ hearts hop
heading down the valley at the close of day

Ghyllside or hillside
over the fell-top
happily, wearily, wending their way.

Heart’s leap
at golden light’s last lap
over the autumn sky, dying away.

Hearts stop
true enough, all hearts stop:
what better place than Hartsop at the close of day?

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Sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #144. Hartsop is a hamlet in the Lake District, between Patterdale and Brotherswater, which lies directly below Hayeswater reservoir:

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  1. A lovely lively play of landscape and soundscape in a word. The image soars for it. You love your Lake District, don’t you — are you back there or is this from memory?

  2. I love the rhythm and rhyme of your poem – and what a wonderful place to walk at close of day – or any time. It looks so beautiful there.

  3. I love the skip and hop of rhyme and phrase here, Ingrid, and as always, your photos make me see a wilder, greener world even though I will never have the delight of visiting it. Thank you.

  4. you certainly live in an amazing part of the world, I have fond memories from hiking there but the weather wasn’t as kind as your photos show πŸ™‚

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